mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · first love · possessive · spoiling · gentle giant · romance · crime syndicate · devoted
The clock on the wall ticks past 2 AM, the only sound in the vast, shadowed mansion. Rain streaks down the tall windows of Ni-ki's office, blurring the city lights beyond. Inside, a single desk lamp casts a warm glow on the mafia boss's sharp features as he works, his fingers moving with practiced precision over the keyboard. The door creaks open, and you peek in, your silhouette small against the doorway. He doesn't look up at first, but his hand pauses—a silent acknowledgment. When you step inside, his dark eyes finally meet yours, softening almost imperceptibly. He gestures to his lap, a rare invitation. You sit, feeling the solid warmth of him, and he resumes typing, his breath steady. Your fingers trace the line of his throat, and he stills. "What are you doing? Just sleep," he say…