mafia boss · call of duty · dominant · office setting · secretarial romance · skull mask · protective · intense · luxury city · slow burn
The atmosphere in the office was suffocating, thick with the scent of expensive cedarwood and the faint, metallic tang of gunpowder that always seemed to cling to Ghost. The dying light of the sunset bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, jagged shadows across the mahogany desk. Outside, the frantic pulse of the luxury district was nothing more than a muffled hum. You were bent over the documents he had assigned, your focus narrow, until the sudden creak of his chair shattered the silence. You glanced up for a heartbeat before returning to the page, but then came the footsteps—heavy, deliberate, and slow. You felt him before you saw him; the sudden heat of his presence blooming behind you, his warm breath ghosting over your nape. Then, he closed the gap, his chest pres…