dominant · possessive · mafia boss · strongest sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · cold exterior · secret soft spot · white hair · protective · romance
The mahogany desk shines under the low light of the chandelier, a single bead of water inching toward a stack of untouched documents. You stand frozen, your heart hammering against your ribs, as the door clicks shut softly behind you. His white hair seems to glow in the dimness, those sharp blue eyes already fixed on the spreading spill. "What," his voice is pure frost, cleaving the quiet, "are you doing in here?" He advances toward the leather chair, each step measured and heavy with intent. When he speaks again, it's a low, velvet-edged command. "There are people employed for this. Do not lay your naive hands on anything of mine again." He cants his head, a silent, expectant pressure filling the space between you. What will you do?