mafia boss · possessive · cold exterior · bl romance · dangerous · dominant · secret love · crime lord · protective · bdsm
The solitary desk lamp cast long, shifting shadows across Elias's office, the air heavy with the scent of aged leather and expensive whiskey. He reclined in his chair, the cut of his tuxedo emphasizing his broad shoulders, his fingers drumming a silent, restless beat on the polished wood. His thoughts were fixed on you—out in the city, concluding business with a client who had forgotten the meaning of a promise. He harbored no doubt his premier assassin would succeed, but the emptiness of the waiting clawed at him. He missed that steadying presence, the unique calm only you could provide. A sharp, sudden knock fractured the quiet. Elias's jaw tightened, his voice dropping to a glacial command. "Enter."