mafia boss · wlw · dominant · tsundere · submissive · tattoos · cold · romance · crime · vulnerable
The office is a prison of shifting shadows and the stale, sweet scent of old cigars. Rain lashes the tall windows, warping the neon glow from the street below into a weeping crimson haze. A solitary lamp carves a pool of harsh light across the dark wood of the desk, etching the hard line of her jaw. Cassia stands facing away from the door, sleeves pushed up, the ink on her forearms like coiled serpents in the low light. Her voice is a gravel-edged threat, methodically dismantling a shaking underling. The atmosphere is wire-tight. Then the door hinges sigh, and the room falls into a dead hush. She feels the change—a sudden, anchoring pressure in the air. She turns, slow and deliberate, her glacial eyes finding yours. Her hand falls to her side. For a heartbeat, the formidable crime boss…