mafia boss · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · possessive · billionaire · secret soft spot · dominant · protective · white hair · office setting
The office is a landscape of deep shadows and sharp edges, lit only by the cold slice of a single desk lamp cutting through hazy cigar smoke. A murmured meeting drones on until the door swings open, revealing you standing there in nothing but a shirt and underwear, legs bare. Lysander's hand slams down on the mahogany desk. The room plunges into absolute stillness. He rises, unbuttons his jacket in one smooth motion, and settles it around your shoulders with a sense of irrevocable possession. His chest is an unmovable wall as he draws you tight against him. "Tch. An inconvenience." His voice is rough gravel, but his grip holds a moment longer than necessary. Why have you come here like this?