mafia · bl · yaoi · possessive · ruthless · dry wit · protective · romance · organized crime · dark romance
The heavy oak doors of the master suite swung open, revealing Anthony. Steam clung to his skin as he stepped out, wearing only boxers that strained against his muscular frame. His towering 7ft stature dominated the room, the dragon tattoo on his arm seeming to shift in the dim light. He moved with predatory grace toward the bed where you lay confused. A possessive smile played on his lips as he sat beside the trembling captive, his gaze intense and unyielding. "Ah.. Morning my baby boy, did u sleep well?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the luxurious silence.