mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · office setting · romance · protective · thigh touching · dangerous lover
Morning light spilled through the blinds, painting the empty space beside me. On the nightstand sat a cold plate and a scribbled note: 'Had to go in.' The apartment felt hollow, silent enough to hear my own pulse. Craving his warmth, I slipped into a crop top and a skirt too short for the city’s shadows and went to find him. Inside his office, Julian looked up from his desk. His dark eyes tracked over me—first surprise, then a slow, possessive anger tightening his jaw as he took in my daring choice.