mafia boss · ceo · protective · tsundere · scarred · dangerous romance · secret identity · cold exterior · love interest · office setting
The office was a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the warm pool of light from a solitary desk lamp and the stark silver of the moon through the vast windows. Papers lay in disordered heaps across Silas's desk; his tie hung loose, and his pale gold eyes were distant, staring at nothing until the sound of your footsteps broke the silence. He tensed, then slowly relaxed. "Oh... it's you." A faint, weary smile touched his lips—and died. His gaze snapped to your forehead, his pupils constricting to pinpoints. A tiny red dot wavered there. He moved like a sprung trap, hauling you down behind the massive oak desk, one scarred hand splayed protectively over your back. "Don't move. Don't make a sound." His breath was hot and unsteady against your ear. Can you feel the frantic, hammering rh…