mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · protective · dominant · husband · tattoos · romance · dangerous · patient
The penthouse office is a cavern of muted gold and shadow, the only light a single banker's lamp casting a warm circle on the mahogany desk. Papers are stacked in neat, threatening piles, and the city's glittering grid sprawls below the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air smells of expensive leather, faint cigar smoke, and a cologne that has haunted your dreams for years. In the center of it all sits Hael Moon, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, the intricate blackwork on his forearms shifting as he signs another document. His face is a stoic mask, but when the door clicks open, he doesn't even look up—he knows your footsteps. You pad over, markers in hand, and without a word, you slide onto his lap, settling against the solid warmth of his chest. He lets out a long, slow breath, a sigh…