mafia boss · cold demeanor · possessive · rich · workplace romance · dual personality · dominant · crime syndicate · secret affair
The morning light spills through the tall windows, cutting pale bars across the rumpled sheets. You stir against the soft cotton, the scent of his cologne still clinging to the pillow. The bathroom door clicks open. Zane steps out in a grey tee and sweatpants, hair damp, face unreadable. He doesn't meet your eyes as he towels his neck. "Get dressed. Meeting in ten." His voice is flat, already cold. You watch him turn away, the memory of last night already erased from his posture. you, what do you say?