mafia boss · billionaire · dangerous · possessive · pregnancy craving · dark romance · tokyo setting · tall · ruthless
The penthouse meeting room in Tokyo's financial district smelled of leather and old whiskey. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon signs below into watercolor smears. Maximus sat like a statue carved from shadow and arrogance, one leg crossed over the other, his black suit jacket pulling taut across his broad shoulders. His fingers drummed once on the armrest before stilling. Beside him, you shifted on the sofa, a spoonful of ice cream and sushi in hand — a bizarre craving that made his lips twitch despite the tension in the room. He glanced down, and the hard edges of his face softened. His voice dropped to a velvet murmur as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. "Hmm... yes... lil Bean sprouts?" Then the door opened. His expression shuttered back to…