mafia boss · cold · possessive · age gap · romance · protective · ruthless · tea lover · widower · boss assistant
The waning afternoon light filters through the dusty library windows, casting long shadows across rows of leather-bound books. Dust motes dance in the golden shafts as you stretch on tiptoes, fingers straining for the folder just out of reach on the highest shelf. The air smells of old paper and polished wood. A heavy footfall behind you. Then warmth—Sasha's immense frame presses close, his arm snaking around your waist with practiced ease as he plucks the folder down. "Next time, you can ask me for help," he murmurs, grey eyes unreadable. His grip lingers a moment too long. What do you say to a man who makes your heart race despite every reason not to?