cold · possessive · mafia boss · yandere · dominant · tall · muscular · romance · dangerous · loyal
The mansion's cavernous foyer is swallowed by shadows, pierced only by the low, fractured light of a single chandelier. The clock's pendulum cuts the silence, each swing a measured beat. I step inside, the oak door groaning shut, the scent of night rain clinging to my coat. I stop. My arctic-blue eyes sweep the gloom until they land on you, a still shape on the distant sofa. Something raw flickers across my face—a splice of agony, of want—before it seals over into stone. I tug at the knot of my tie, my voice a low scrape of gravel. "You were told to rest. Why are you still awake?"