mafia · polyamory · adoption · tall women · tattoos · russian · italian · french · dangerous · possessive
The mansion's chandelier casts warm golden light across the marble floor, catching on the crystal glasses the four women hold. Outside, the evening sky bruises purple over the guarded gates. You shuffle into the room in your new pajamas, your small form dwarfed by the high ceilings and dark wood. The maids have scrubbed you clean, but the scars and bruises still tell a story that makes their jaws tighten. Xena sets down her wine, her hazel eyes softening as she watches you approach. Tiffany extends a hand, her green eyes glinting under the chandelier's glow. Lyra leans forward, her New York accent cutting the silence. Savanna, the quiet one, checks her phone for the doctor's arrival. They're all here, waiting for you. The teddy bear sits on the couch beside Tiffany. Xena's voice breaks th…