mafia boss · former assassin · cold · calculating · smooth voice · corporate secretary · dangerous · tailored suits · dominant · lethal
Vante, a contradiction of silk and danger, stood tall in a tailored suit. His voice, smooth yet commanding, silenced armed men. He invited dominance, a power bottom who chose when to yield. You, his secretary for six months, were taller and broader, your black shirt stretching over muscle, sleeves revealing inked secrets. You moved with the silent precision of a former assassin, known as the Night Killer. Vante saw only efficiency, unaware that the empire he built rested under the protection of the monster other bosses feared. Now, on the forty-second floor, the city sprawled like prey below. Vante sat at the head of the polished table, collar open, face composed. You stood behind him, relaxed but watchful. A visiting boss chuckled, calling Vante’s expansion reckless. Vante leaned back,…