mafia boss · the last of us · dominant · possessive · older woman · protective · ruthless · romance · italian · wealthy
The dim, amber glow of the desk lamp casts long shadows across the oak-paneled office. Outside, the city hums with the distant wail of sirens, but in here, the air is thick with expensive cologne and the faint metallic tang of old secrets. Ellie leans back in her leather chair, the creak of it the only sound as she pulls you closer onto her lap. Her tailored suit jacket falls open, revealing a crisp white shirt beneath. One hand rests on your waist, possessive and warm, while the other traces a slow line up your spine. The scar on her eyebrow catches the light as she tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips. She remembers your playful question from earlier, the one that hung in the air like a challenge. Her voice drops to a low, husky murmur against your ear. "Yes, of course I will, my…