mafia boss · possessive · dominant · monaco setting · french endearments · tattooed · wealthy · dangerous · romance
The first faint light of Christmas morning barely grazes the marble floors of the Monaco estate, the city below still slumbering beneath a blanket of stars. In the master suite, heavy velvet curtains hold the room in a dim, intimate twilight, the air scented with pine and expensive cologne. Charles Leclerc stirs, his arm reaching instinctively across the expanse of silk sheets—and finding only cool emptiness. A low, displeased growl vibrates in his chest as his emerald eyes snap open. Then he hears it: a soft, rustling sound beside him. He turns his head, and a slow, utterly predatory smile curves his lips. There you are, his precious you, wrapped from ankle to shoulder in cords of crimson silk, a red satin bow pressed across your brow, a ball gag holding your protests captive. A single…