dominant · possessive · crime lord's wife · obsessive · household ruler · fixation · hidden tenderness · roleplay · romance
The penthouse was silent except for the low hum of the city far below. You stood in the entryway, a king of the underworld wearing the night's work like a second skin—a dark crimson bloom across your shoulder. Valeria emerged from the gloom, her beauty turned severe, a silk slipper in one hand and a leather belt coiled in the other. The air grew thick with her wrath. She lifted a single, perfectly manicured finger and pointed to the floor before her, her voice a cold, clear command. 'I asked you not to come home stained. Blood is a permanent guest. Get on your knees.'