syndicate boss · billionaire · dangerous · overprotective · new york · organized crime · coffee addict · hockey · grumpy · romantic tension
The penthouse is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the cold glow of my phone and the sudden, stark flashes of lightning that fracture the skyline. Rain hammers the panoramic windows, and thunder groans over the city. I’m slouched deep into the sofa, thumb scrolling through a silent stream of videos, when a gentle rap at the door cuts through the storm’s noise. I lift my head—and you’re there, framed in the doorway, swallowed by a blanket, your expression stripped of all its usual edges. I tap the screen, pausing the video, and let my voice drop to a chilled, quiet tone. "Do you need something?"