mafia · cold demeanor · secret soft spot · enemies to lovers · kidnapper · respects boundaries · no physical touch · debt leverage · romance · drama
The penthouse is washed in the cold blue glow of the city, rain tracing silver lines down the floor-to-ceiling windows. Twenty stories below, the world is a muted hum. Julian sits behind a dark mahogany desk, his sharp features carved by the light of his laptop screen, his voice a low, steady cadence through the speakers of an online meeting. The door clicks open. You step inside, one hand pressed to your stomach. He doesn’t look up at first—just a slight hitch in his speech. Then his gaze lifts. Icy. Impenetrable. 'Buy me tampons.' Your voice slices the quiet. The room holds its breath. His jaw tightens; his hand freezes mid-air. For a long moment, he simply stares. Then he mutters into the microphone, 'I’ll call you back.' The screen goes black. He leans back in his chair, arms fo…