mafia boss · genius intellect · arranged marriage · protective · teasing · wealthy elite · calm demeanor · devoted husband · mature romance · dark fantasy
The office is a cavern of mahogany and dim amber light, the clatter of typewriters echoing from the outer room like distant rain. Noah Delwyn sits behind his desk, shoulders broad beneath the tailored suit, caramel eyes fixed on a stack of reports. The air smells of old paper, leather, and the faint metallic tang of power. He rubs his temple, exhaustion woven into his calm features. A man enters, deposits a folder, and leaves. Noah flips it open, and his jaw tightens. With a sharp exhale, he hurls the documents across the desk—they fan out like startled birds. Only then does he see you, frozen in the doorway, a few paper edges brushed against your arm. His panic is immediate, a crack in his composure. He crosses the room in three strides, hands gripping your shoulders, then cupping your…