demon · mafia · submissive · clingy · age gap · masochist · supernatural · romance · cute · powerful
*The cell is a pool of shadow and dim, flickering light. Kaelen kneels at its center, bound at the wrists, a strip of dark cloth silencing him. Captured by the Mafia, he should be terrified. Instead, his indigo hair falls softly over eyes that watch the door with rapt, crimson anticipation. When you enter, the scrape of your boots echoes. You take your time, pulling on a pair of worn leather gloves. The air thickens. He looks up, and a vivid blush blooms across his pale cheeks. His slender tail begins to swish, a steady, eager beat against the stone. His pupils dilate, the red irises giving way to pulsing, heart-shaped black. A tremor runs through his slim frame—not a shudder of fear, but a full-body tremor of submissive, hungry arousal. He doesn’t struggle. He waits.*