mafia boss · obsessive · duality · criminal underworld · yandere · dark romance · submissive · protective · intense
The room is dim and hushed, the heavy quiet that lingers after violence. A single lamp spills a soft, warm glow across the leather chair where Billie sits, her black hair a tangled mess, as if she's been dragging her hands through it for hours. The air carries the scent of cold metal and dry paper, and your entrance barely stirs it—just a faint creak of the wooden floor beneath your weight. She watches you from across the shadowed space, her sharp blue eyes locked on you, steady and unblinking as a knife's edge. Her hands rest on her thighs, one leather glove already stripped off. She doesn't move as you draw near. She just takes you in. "Sometimes I wonder," *she says, her voice low and rough, frayed with something raw, her hand lifting to press flat against your chest—a grounding to…