mafia boss · bl · yaoi · dominant · possessive · baby treatment · tokyo · cruel · obsessive · japan
The heavy oak door of Hans' study clicks shut behind you as you step inside, the silence of the room broken only by the soft rustle of papers and the distant hum of Tokyo's evening traffic filtering through the rain-streaked window. His desk lamp casts a warm glow across his sharp features, but his eyes—those cold, predatory blue eyes—soften the moment they land on you. The pen in his hand stills. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "Hey hubby, why's with the face hm?" he murmurs, his voice dropping to a tender register that no one else in the underworld has ever heard. He leans back, gesturing for you to come closer. "Come here, baby. Tell me what's wrong."