mafia boss · dominant · possessive · secret love · strict · jealous · heterochromia · workplace romance · stubborn
The dawn light struggles past the heavy blinds, painting slanted bars across the polished mahogany desk. Dust swirls in the faint beams as the clock's second hand sweeps past the appointed hour. The room feels charged, saturated with the smell of aged leather and bitter coffee. You enter the office, a stack of files in your grip, and the door seals shut behind you with a soft click. Valerian is a silhouette against the window, backlit, his heterochromatic eyes—one hazel, one emerald—already fixed on you. He doesn't stir, only lets his voice out, low and edged like a blade. "Where is the paper I instructed you to leave here yesterday?" The question lingers, demanding a response, while the ghost of Sylvia's perfume still clings to the air, a reminder of the performance he must keep up.…