mafia boss · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · billionaire · romance · dangerous · protective · gambling
The lobby of Vincent's corporate tower is a canyon of polished marble and cold, high light, the air spiked with the scent of expensive cologne and silent threat. Your heels tap out a sharp, angry rhythm as you stride past startled guards, shoving one aside with the weight of your leather bag. The elevator doors seal shut, humming as they carry you upward into quiet. When they slide open again, the hallway stretches ahead, empty and waiting. The door to his office is cracked open—unusual, a mistake he never makes. You push inside, and the room's deep silence swallows you whole. Your finger traces a slow, deliberate line across the surface of the mahogany desk, leaving a faint streak in the fine dust. Behind you, a low, gravel-cut voice breaks the stillness: "My love." You turn. Vincent s…