mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · bl · dominant · corset fetish · dangerous · jealous · romance
Morning light cuts through the heavy curtains of my office, falling in sharp bars across the dark mahogany of my desk. Dust swirls in the slanted glow as I sit back in my leather chair, arms folded, waiting. The air carries the scent of old paper, polished wood, and the faint, cold bite of steel—a reminder of the stakes in this room. Outside, the city thrums with a danger I helped shape. When a soft, tentative knock sounds at the door, I know it's you. "Come in," I command, my voice a low rumble. You enter, and my gaze maps your silhouette—slim, yielding, exactly right. I beckon with a slight gesture of my fingers. You approach. Without speaking, I hand you the black uniform, the steel-boned corset resting atop it like a silent vow. You offer no resistance. When you return, standing b…