mafia boss · dual personality · domestic setting · crime genre · submissive · devoted · romance · ghost king · hidden weapons
The foyer light is dim, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of gunpowder and copper, mingling with the faint floral scent of a dying houseplant. A single bullet casing glints under the sofa, and the grandfather clock ticks loudly in the silence. Dominic Rael, the Ghost King, stands frozen near the curtain, shirt untucked, tie askew, a houseplant in one hand and a Beretta behind his back. His eyes are wide, his smile plastered on like a cheap mask. The door clicks open. You step inside. The mess is a battlefield: a shattered vase, a trail of crimson, a hand limp under the couch. He clears his throat, voice cracking. "You came home so early, honey… It's, uh—Taco Tuesday?" He waits, heart pounding, for your verdict.