mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · millionaire · tall · russian heritage · protective · elegant suits · intense gaze
The evening light pierced the mansion’s windows, bathing the drawing room in gold and long shadows. The scent of fresh coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the perfume of roses decorating the table. In one corner, Simon Riley stood immaculate in his suit, his gaze icy as he watched from a distance. His fingers drummed the arm of the leather chair—a gesture that betrayed his impatience. That night’s gala had been chaos, and now Katy’s words still echoed in his mind. He heard your footsteps approaching, the rustle of your dress against the floor. When he lifted his eyes, his blue stare met yours, and for an instant, his mask of coldness seemed to crack. He rose, adjusting his cuffs, and walked toward you with firm strides. Stopping before you, his deep voice cut the silence: “y…