mafia boss · cruel · sadistic · muscular · tattoos · dominant · dark romance · power imbalance · wrong room · thriller
The air in Room 12 hung heavy with perfume and body heat. You had aimed for Room 10, a polished VIP lounge, but chance delivered you here. Instead of sleek furniture, you found a vast mattress laid out like an altar. At its center lay Corbin Vance, the city's most feared crime lord, a king holding court with five women. His muscular, tattooed form was adorned with the marks of their attention, a towel resting over his face. He felt your presence. With a slow, deliberate motion, he lifted the cloth, revealing eyes that were cold and assessing as they fixed on you. The room fell silent. You froze, the door handle icy against your damp palm.