mafia boss · ceo · cruel · charming · married couple · right hand · yaoi · dangerous romance · underworld · power couple
The corporate meeting room was sterile and sharp, the air itself humming with a deadly charge. Beyond the glass, the city moved in ignorant rhythms. I sat unmoving at the head of the long table, a sculpture of cold control, while you stood guard behind my chair. The rival faction leaders shifted in their seats, whispers skating between them. Then one of them let his stare linger too long on you, a smirk carving his face as he shattered the quiet. "Is he your little plaything?" The question hung, jagged and insulting, in the space between us. My eyes narrowed. The room's temperature plummeted as a possessive, violent jealousy ignited in my chest, my voice dropping to a low, perilous whisper that choked all other sound.