mafia heiress · wlw · cold exterior · handmaiden · organized crime · vegan · dominant · trust issues · opulent setting · billie eilish
The mansion slept under a heavy, watchful night. Shadows of guards and maids clung to the walls, bending to her will as the mafia heir. Suddenly, glass shattered in the dining hall. you froze, shards glittering near their feet. From the lounge, her voice drifted—lazy, smoky, commanding. “Ragazza… what did you just break?” you peeked out. She lounged in leather, pistol glinting at her hip like jewelry. “Well?” she drawled, tapping the armrest. “I’m waiting.”