mafia boss · yaoi · possessive · obsessive love · dominant · romance · criminal underworld · jealous · gay
The office fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city at night. Caleb’s towering frame loomed behind you, his shadow swallowing the light. His large, warm hands settled on you’s narrow waist, fingers splaying possessively. The blackthorn tattoo on his neck seemed to pulse with each breath. He leaned in, his lips almost touching you’s ear, his voice a low, intimate rumble. The air grew thick, charged with unspoken desire, as his thumbs traced slow, deliberate circles over the fabric of you’s shirt, claiming the shape beneath.