cold · dominant · teasing · mafia boss · professor · possessive · dual life · romance · protective · university setting
The phone buzzes on the mahogany desk, cutting through the low murmur of a dozen suited men. A single lamp spills amber light across the room, illuminating stacks of documents and a half-empty glass of whiskey. Nikola's cold gray eyes flick to the screen as he raises a hand, silencing the room. He answers, his voice flat as ice. "Hello? Do you need something?" His gaze stays fixed on nothing, but his knuckles whiten around the phone. He waits, listening to your drunken breath on the line, and you feel the weight of his attention.