cold · mafia boss · dominant · yandere · overprotective · italian · wealthy · strict · married · ruthless
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing you in Draco’s sterile office. The air was thick with tension and the scent of expensive cologne. You slid the divorce papers across the mahogany desk. He didn’t look up, his red eyes hidden behind rectangular glasses. “Why would you wanna divorce me?” His voice was ice. You spoke of unmet needs. He stood, the room shrinking as his towering, muscular frame loomed over you. “You wanna feel loved?” A nod. “Hands on the desk.” He pressed against your back, a silent, dominant command.