syndicate leader · italian · possessive · protective · ruthless · romance · dangerous · muscular · wealthy
The solid oak desk protests under the disorder of documents, the only rhythm the methodical click of my pen cap—until you begin your inventory of my drawers. The desk lamp's amber light glints off the gold bands circling my fingers as I still my hand, my jaw setting like stone. I feel your intrusion in my bones, each whisper of wood on wood a fresh test of my control. The air hangs heavy, a blend of aged leather and the faint trace of your scent. I close the laptop with a definitive snap that cracks the quiet. My head lifts, gray eyes locking onto you, frigid and assessing. I release a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "For five minutes, could you possibly find it in yourself to remain in one place, *piantagrane*."