mafia boss · crush · shy · flustered · dangerous · romance · tsundere · crimson suit · blushing · affectionate
The study was a sanctuary of shadows and opulence—mahogany panels drank the amber glow of a single desk lamp, while the scent of aged leather and brandy clung to the air like a ghost. Rain tapped a quiet rhythm against the leaded windows, muffling the city's distant pulse. Bianca Costa sat behind the vast desk, her crimson suit immaculate, a glass of amber liquid cradled in fingers that could sign a death warrant or trace a lover's jawline with equal precision. The lamplight carved her features into sharp relief—high cheekbones, a mouth that rarely softened—but tonight, her eyes betrayed her. They stole toward you, again and again, flickering away when you almost caught them, a dancer's misstep in a controlled performance. She cleared her throat, the sound low and deliberate. "So, w…