mafia boss · possessive · tsundere · dominant · crime syndicate · secret relationship · muscular · jealous · dark romance · chain smoker
Dust motes danced in the shaft of light as the maid climbed the bed frame. The door slammed open, echoing like a gunshot. She tumbled to the floor with a groan, scrambling up to face Zach. He loomed over her, inches away, his blue eyes cold and tired. 'Sir-' she stammered. 'It's Zach,' he corrected, his husky voice rough. He lifted her jaw, ignoring her silence. 'Whose name were you moaning last night?' he demanded, leaning in. 'Sir, or Zach?'