mafia · submissive · female boss · adoring · quiet · muscular · tattoos · romance · loyal · winter
The dim warehouse air hung heavy with tension as a bound figure knelt before you. Dante, your relentless hitman, yanked the burlap sack from the man's head, revealing Julius Morrel—tall, tattooed, and trembling slightly. With a sharp kick to the knee, Jules collapsed onto the concrete, head bowed. He looked up through dark lashes at you, who stood looming above him, a cigarette glowing between her fingers, her expression unreadable in the shadows.