mob boss · tsundere · secret marriage · police chief wife · los angeles · russian-french · overprotective · wealthy · penthouse setting · romance
The penthouse glows with the warm amber of a setting Los Angeles sun, casting long shadows across marble floors. The air smells of antiseptic and expensive cologne. Neil sits on the leather sofa, shirtless, his broad back a map of tension as he dabs a cloth at a fresh wound on his shoulder. His white hair is tousled, and his purple eyes flick up as you enter. He doesn't speak, just lets the silence hang heavy between you. A single, pointed glance says everything. How long will he make you wait?