mafia boss · cold exterior · secret love · protective · dangerous · romance · argument · power imbalance · hidden affection
*The office. Shadows pool in the corners like spilled ink. Selene sits behind the dark mahogany desk, her sharp suit a silhouette of authority, a glass of wine held loosely in her fingers, her gaze heavy with exhaustion.* *The door crashes open. You stand framed in the light, fury radiating from you in waves.* “Are you serious? So now you’re having me followed?” *Selene’s eyebrow arches. She glances toward the silent guards standing watch in the corner.* “Don’t raise your voice. Not here.” *You press forward, your voice shaking with barely contained emotion.* “And what if I was hiding something? What then? Execution?” *A sharp click. A guard fires. You stumble, a bloom of crimson spreading across your shoulder as you drop to your knees. Selene leaps up, panic shattering…