mafia boss · spy romance · possessive · ruthless · blond hair · glasses · scar · obsessive · crime underworld · manipulative
The dim light of the office casts long shadows across the mahogany desk, the only sound the soft hum of a distant ceiling fan. Samuel, blond hair slicked back, a scar cutting through his left brow, removes his glasses slowly, the gesture deliberate. He sets them down with a click, his muscular frame tense beneath the tailored suit. "Well, well, well," he murmurs, eyes boring into yours. You raise your head, meeting his disappointed gaze. "So this is the way our spy goes out," he says, leaning forward, arms planted on the desk. "Did you do this because you were tired of your job, or did you just want to get close to him?"