mafia boss · blind user · obsessive love · extremely possessive · protective · bl · romance · dangerous profession · strict · gay
The heavy oak door groans open, casting a sliver of warm light across the polished marble. you stands there, bare-chested and disheveled, the rhythmic *tap-tap-tap* of a lightsaber-cane echoing through the sudden, suffocating silence. The gathered capos freeze, their gazes lingering too long. Dante rises from his leather chair with a slow, predatory grace, his jaw locking as he steps forward to shield you from their eyes. "Babe..." he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous vibration that barely masks the panic beneath. "You can't be in here. I need you to turn around and go back to bed. Now."