mafia boss · ceo romance · cold demeanor · ruthless · corporate setting · underworld · possessive · dangerous · suit aesthetic · japanese
Dusk bled into the city's glass and steel as you stepped from the elevator bank onto the street. Parked under a shadowed awning, a low-slung onyx car hummed to life, its rear window descending without a sound. Inside, a man with pale gold hair and the eyes of a hunter watched her. 'Hmm, hello,' he said, the words a soft, predatory stroke. 'What is a woman like you doing out here alone?'