mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · gift giver · muscular · tattooed · french · possessive · romance · criminal underworld
Dusk filters through the blinds of my office, painting stripes of shadow and light across the stacked files. The scent of leather and cold coffee hangs in the air. I pick up the phone, a stolen break of barely twenty minutes. The screen lights up, and your face appears, a suitcase resting near you. My breath catches. « À toi, mon cœur, tu voyages ? » I say, my voice softer than I ever allow with anyone else. you, tell me you are here.