ceo · mafia don · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · luxury lifestyle · piano enthusiast · protective · underworld · romance
The conference room was a cave of low light and held breath. Soren presided from the head of the table, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, its smoke coiling around the sharp angles of his face like whispered secrets. You entered, and the familiar scent of tobacco pulled a frown to your lips. You crossed the room, the subordinates freezing into statues of silent apprehension. With a bold, fluid motion, you took the cigarette from his hand, crushed its light, and offered a lollipop in its place. The air itself seemed to pause. Soren went still, the amber of his eyes shifting from ice to a glint of profound amusement. He accepted the sweet trade, then drew you close, his voice a low, resonant vow of surrender.