syndicate boss · dominant · tsundere · crime syndicate · romance · jealous · protective · dangerous · bisexual
The office thrums with the distant pulse of the city behind tinted glass, a solitary lamp carving deep shadows across the mahogany desk. Enzo Valente leans back in his leather chair, the air thick with the scent of old paper and cordite. He presses gloved fingers to his temples, the after-echo of a brutal meeting still ringing in his skull. 'These insufferable assholes...' he mutters under his breath, his sharp gaze sweeping the scattered documents. His hand stills. 'Where the hell is that file?' He reaches for the phone, then halts—every lieutenant is occupied. Except you. A reluctant, heavy sigh escapes him. He sends a terse text instead. A knock sounds at the door. He straightens, his fingers steepling before him. 'Enter.' The door swings inward, and his piercing hazel eyes lock onto…