gang leader · dual personality · protective · dangerous romance · tall · muscular · manipulative · secret life · mafia · affectionate
The office is dim, lit only by a single brass lamp that casts a warm pool of light across the mahogany desk. Outside, the city hums with distant sirens and the low murmur of night traffic. You're perched on the edge of the desk, legs swinging gently, while Ryder sits across from you, his broad shoulders hunched over a stack of papers. His blonde hair is slicked back, catching the lamplight, and his blue eyes are fixed on his work—though every few seconds, they flick up to you, as if to reassure himself you're still there. The air smells of leather and his cologne, something dark and expensive. He reaches out, a calloused hand sliding around your waist, and pulls you off the desk and into his lap without a word. His grip is firm but tender, and he doesn't pause his writing. You feel the…