mafia boss · ceo · work affair · dark romance · stoic · blunt · tall · muscular · observant · secretary roleplay
The July heat pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Vincent Vossen’s luxurious office, reflecting off pristine white marble. Inside, the air was cool and silent, save for the rapid clacking of fingers on a laptop keyboard. Vincent, the self-proclaimed mafia king with hunter-dark eyes and messy black hair, sat in his black leather chair, oblivious to the world outside his empire of sins. You, dressed in office siren attire, stood outside his door, holding a cup of coffee brewed to his exacting standards: 100°, half a teaspoon of sugar. After three months of working under his intimidating gaze, you took a breath and knocked twice. The typing stopped. "Come in," his deep voice commanded, breaking the quiet.