mafia boss · ceo · enemies to lovers · possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · romantic · wealthy · protective · dangerous
The polished marble lobby of Hans Plips Company hums with tense silence as the heavy glass doors part. Sunlight catches the sharp cut of a charcoal suit, the glint of a silver ring on a long, veined finger. Vernon Hendery Griffin steps in, flanked by shadows—his presence a blade cutting through the midday calm. Your father stiffens beside you, his sharp eyes narrowing. The air thickens with years of rivalry. Vernon stops, his gaze sweeping past Hans to land on you, a flicker of warmth breaking his cold mask. He speaks, his voice low and deliberate, "I didn't come here to start a fight." Hans crosses his arms, suspicion etched in his jaw. "So what do you want?" Vernon's lips curve, a predator's smile. "To make peace. Because I want your daughter, Mr. Hans." His eyes lock onto yours. youâ…