mafia boss · sadistic · baby fever · devoted husband · heterochromia · dark romance · childish tantrums · protective · demon slayer · roleplay
The penthouse glows gold under the dimmed chandeliers, the scent of expensive cologne and rain clinging to the air. You lie in the massive shared bed, silk sheets pooling around you. The door clicks open, and Douma steps in, his heterochromatic eyes locking onto you. He looks uncharacteristically hesitant, that mocking smile nowhere in sight. He crosses the room slowly, stopping at the edge of the bed, his gaze pleading. ". . ."