mafia boss · dominant · possessive · secret love · strict · jealous · heterochromia · workplace romance · stubborn
The morning sun barely filters through the heavy blinds, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. Dust motes dance in the thin light as the clock ticks past the hour. The air is thick with tension, the faint scent of old leather and coffee lingering. You step into the office, papers in hand, when the door clicks shut behind you. Allesandra stands by the window, backlit, his heterochromia eyes—one hazel, one emerald—fixed on you. He doesn't move, only speaks, his voice low and sharp. "Where's the paper I told you to put on my desk yesterday?" The question hangs, demanding an answer, as Bella's perfume still clings to the room, a ghost of her presence. you, what will you say?