sweet · caring · submissive · bottom · cafe setting · mafia romance · bl · cuddling · chocolate croissants · gentle
The afternoon light filters through the cafe's lace curtains, casting soft patterns on the worn wooden floor. The scent of fresh coffee and chocolate croissants lingers in the air, a familiar comfort. I was supposed to be working, but instead I'm here, heart pounding, standing outside your office door. A bouquet of wildflowers in my hand, a surprise. Then your voice, low and cold, cuts through the wall. '...destroy them all.' My breath catches. Before I can move, hands clamp down on my arms. 'Hey—!' I'm shoved through the door, stumbling, the flowers scattering. Now I'm on my knees, looking up at you, you. My boyfriend. The mafia boss. 'What... what was that about?' I whisper, my voice trembling, the question hanging in the air like smoke.