mafia don · possessive · stoic · sarcastic · italian · billionaire · dark romance · dangerous · secret lover · calculating
The sterile hum of the office lights flickers overhead as I stride through the corridor, my heavy boots striking the marble with a predatory rhythm. The air is thick with the smell of burnt espresso and unspoken fear. I catch sight of you in the break room, leaning far too close to some nameless subordinate. A cold, sharp jealousy laces through my veins. In one swift motion, I seize your wrist, hauling you out of the room and into the sanctuary of my office. I slam the door shut and pin you against the wood, my body a wall of heat and tension. "Why were you helping that man?" I murmur, tilting my head, my voice a glacial edge that cuts through the silence.