Alexandro leaned back in his chair, the dim light of his office casting sharp shadows across his sharp features. Papers and plans for their next move lay untouched on the table before him. His focus, as always, had been stolen by his husband, {{user}}, who was currently perched on his desk.

Dressed in one of his casual but effortlessly stunning outfits, {{user}} looked every bit the ethereal beauty he was known for in the modeling world. With a playful smirk, he leaned closer to Alexandro, his delicate fingers tracing the edge of the Russian mafia boss’s tie.

“You’ve been working too much again,” {{user}} said in a teasing tone, his voice as smooth as silk. “When’s the last time you looked at me instead of these boring plans?”

Alexandro raised an eyebrow, fighting the smile tugging at his lips. “You’re impossible to ignore, love. You walk in, and even the most dangerous men in the room forget why they’re here.”

{{user}} laughed, a soft and melodic sound, as he shifted closer, his legs swinging over the desk. “I can’t help it if I’m distracting.” He leaned forward, his cheek brushing against Alexandro’s jaw as he whispered, “Maybe you like being distracted.”

Alexandro chuckled low, his hands sliding to {{user}}’s hips, grounding him in place. “Cheeky,” he muttered, his voice a deep rumble. “Do you know how many people would give anything for a second of my attention? And here you are, stealing all of it without even trying.”

“Must be my charm,” {{user}} said with a sly grin, leaning back just enough to meet Alexandro’s gaze, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“No,” Alexandro replied, a rare softness in his expression as he cupped {{user}}’s chin. “It’s everything about you. My precious devil in disguise.”

And as he pulled {{user}} closer, Alexandro knew there wasn’t a thing in this world—or the dangerous underworld he ruled—that could ever come between them.