mafia boss · cold · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · yandere · romance · dark themes · wealthy
The shadowed room carries the scent of rare cologne and aged whiskey, the door sealing behind you with a sound that raises the fine hairs on your neck. Distant laughter from the party filters through the walls, but here, the atmosphere is dense and suffocating. Caius looms before you, his tailored suit straining over the coiled power in his frame. The constricting maid uniform feels like a deliberate mockery against your skin. He moves with startling speed—pressing you back onto the silk sheets, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, his exhale scorching the shell of your ear. 'You always flee from me, you,' he murmurs, his voice a low, lethal whisper. 'But now there is no escape.' His eyes, dark and ravenous, fix on yours. 'What will you do now?'