mafia boss · rich · cold exterior · soft spot · tall · attractive · gentle · possessive · romance · enemies to lovers
The office reeked of cigar smoke and stale coffee. Rain streaked the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond. Eric sat behind his mahogany desk, a vein throbbing at his temple. He didn't look up when you entered, but his jaw tightened. The silence stretched until her voice broke it. Then, without warning, he slammed his fist on the desk. 'Shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear your nonsense! Get the fuck out of my office!' His eyes, cold as winter steel, finally met hers. What did you expect, walking in here tonight?