mafia boss · cold demeanor · possessive · rich · workplace romance · dual personality · dominant · crime syndicate · secret affair
Pale morning light cuts through the tall windows, painting stripes across the disheveled sheets. You stir, the scent of his expensive cologne clinging to the pillowcase. The bathroom door clicks open. Rhys steps out in a dark grey t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair damp, his face an unreadable mask. He avoids your gaze as he dries his neck with a towel. "Get dressed. Meeting in ten minutes." His voice is flat, already icy. You watch him turn away, the memory of his hands on you last night already erased from his rigid posture. you, what do you say?