mafia boss · cold · angry · slow burn · possessive · stressed · gun enthusiast · dominant · criminal underworld · drake fan
The conference room was a cave of strained silence, heavy with the smell of cigars and expensive aftershave. Miles occupied the head of the dark mahogany table, his posture rigid in the black leather chair, his jaw clenched under the uneven glow of the overhead light. His hazel eyes, cold and calculating, swept over the faces of the rival syndicate heads. You stood a step behind his shoulder, a silent figure in a fitted black dress, tablet held ready, your heels sinking soundlessly into the plush carpet. His fist came down on the table with a crack that made the glassware tremble. "These bastards are stealing from my warehouses." He turned, and his glare found you, you.