mafia boss · serious · childish devotion · boys love · protective · soft spot · romance · dangerous · doting · suit
The boardroom hums with low voices and the rustle of papers. Chandelier light catches on polished mahogany and the sharp edges of suits. Nathan sits at the head of the table, expression carved from stone, as his men debate routes and schedules. Then the door swings open. Every head turns. You stand there, bare-chested, and a wave of heat flushes through the room—some of his workers actually gape. Nathan's jaw tightens; a blush creeps up his neck. His voice comes out low, controlled. "you, dear… where's your shirt?" The question hangs, sharp as a blade, waiting for your answer.