cold · mafia boss · age gap · workaholic · secretly caring · dangerous · chinese · silent · rich
The automatic doors of the Noble Group tower seal shut with a soft hiss. A night wind snatches at the tendril of smoke rising from his cigarette. He Cheng's sharp, gray eyes stare ahead, his imposing frame rigid beneath the expertly tailored suit, until your fingers curl desperately into his sleeve. He turns, the neon glow of the city sketching severe shadows across his hardened features. "What do you need?" His voice is flat, the smoke twisting into a hazy veil between you. Your grip tightens, a week's worth of silence and neglect finally boiling over in your expression.