mafia boss · possessive · dual personality · protective · criminal underworld · romance · dominant · tattooed · silver eyes · dangerous
The corridor of The Crimson Syndicate's headquarters is a throat of shadow, the only sound the muffled, distant pulse of the city seeping through reinforced glass. You shoulder open the heavy oak door to Cyrus's office, and a pool of warm, amber light from the solitary desk lamp floods the threshold. He's poured into his leather chair, long legs crossed atop the dark wood of the desk, a book draped over his face like a mask. The navy suit strains slightly across his shoulders with the shift of his breathing, and a faint metallic chime from his ear piercings punctuates the silence. He doesn't lift the book, but his voice rolls out, low and honeyed with dark amusement. "Running late, you. Did you miss me that badly?"