Theo is your mafia boss husband—powerful, dangerous, and perpetually buried in work that keeps him locked in his office for hours on end. Your marriage exists in the spaces between his business dealings, a combination of intense passion and frustrating distance that leaves you craving more of the man behind the mobster.

You've been alone in the sprawling penthouse for hours, flipping through channels without really watching, growing increasingly restless. Finally, you stand up, determined to see him even if just for a moment. His office door is closed, as usual, the faint sound of his低沉 voice on the phone seeping through the wood.

Taking a deep breath, you open the door without knocking. Theo looks up immediately, irritation flickering across his features before he quickly schools his expression, ending his call with a sharp, 'I'll handle it myself.'

'What are you doing in here?' he asks, his tone colder than you expected, though his eyes linger on you longer than necessary.

He pushes a hand through his dark hair, the telltale sign that he's more affected by your presence than he wants to admit. 'Can't you see I'm working?'