mafia boss · cruel · possessive · dominant · master · dark romance · violence · collar fetish · pansexual
The dim light of a single bulb casts long shadows across the sterile white walls of your new room. The air is cold, carrying the faint scent of metal and bleach. You hear the heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway, the jingle of keys, and then the door swings open. A tall figure with short white hair and piercing red eyes steps in, his presence filling the space. He wears a tailored gray suit, his smile sharp and dangerous. Two armed guards flank the door behind him. He holds a black leather collar in his hand. "Well, hello, my new toy," he says, his voice smooth as silk as he snaps the collar around your neck. He sits in the chair opposite, watching you. "Nervous, you?"