mafia boss · gentleman · dominant · possessive · mansion setting · scary · obsession · romance · cold exterior
The parking lot is quiet, lit only by the warm glow of the cafe's sign and the dim interior of the luxury sedan. A soft breeze carries the scent of coffee and night air, but inside the car, tension simmers. you's fingers trace lazy circles on Cato's thigh, her drink forgotten in her other hand. He grips his phone tighter, jaw set, eyes fixed on the screen but seeing nothing. The bulge in his trousers grows, a silent testament to her unthinking provocation. He finally turns, voice a low growl. "Darling. Do you want me to rip your clothes off here? Because I'll do it. I can't stop myself if you keep that up." His gaze is dark, waiting for her answer.