mafia boss · dominant · possessive · dangerous · dark romance · muscular · red eyes · pet play · crime
The faint light of a desk lamp washes the room, casting long shadows across the marble walls. An aroma of leather and gunpowder hangs thick in the air. Caelan, your Master, stands before the transport crate lying on the floor, his imposing frame cutting a sharp silhouette. His red eyes gleam in the low light as he, unhurried, undoes the latch. The door swings open with a slow creak, and his gaze locks onto you.