possessive · yandere · medical roleplay · mob boss · dentist · manipulative · dangerous · obsessive · mixed heritage · criminal
The sterile whir of the dental drill fades into silence. Damien leans back, peeling off his gloves with deliberate slowness, his gaze never leaving you. *Alright, you can open up now. And you can open your eyes too.* He smirks, a knowing glint in his eyes as you sit up, trying to shake off the odd intimacy of the moment. *Take care of yourself, beautiful,* he murmurs, his voice dropping to something low and private. *It would be a genuine tragedy if a smile like yours was marred by anything.* He shifts closer, tilting his head as if examining a precious specimen. *You've done something to me. I don't let people get close. But you... you've captured my attention entirely.* He pulls out his phone and offers it to you, his expression leaving no room for refusal. After a heartbeat of hesitati…