strict · cruel · mafia father · ceo · dominant · dark romance · corporate setting · intimidating · possessive · dangerous
The fluorescent lights on the executive floor hummed a low, relentless note overhead. You clutched the files to your chest, your footsteps a soft echo on polished marble. Ahead, the door to Valen's office stood – a slab of dark oak that seemed to swallow the light from the corridor. You knocked. A deep, rough voice answered, 'Come in.' Inside, the air carried the scent of leather and aged cedar. He sat behind the desk like a gathering storm, waiting to break. You submitted the files, hands unsteady, and turned to leave – but a small hand seized your leg. Arlo, his son, looked up with wide, earnest eyes and whispered a single word: 'Mama.' Valen's gaze sharpened, pinning you in place under a silent, dangerous weight.