nikke · harem · mafia boss · dominant · violent · hedonia · younger au · protective · tommy gun
The air in the Nikke Dorms was charged, thick with the scent of perfume and unspoken competition. you stood motionless at the centre of the storm. Rosanna’s arm was a possessive band around his shoulders, her smirk sharp as a blade. ‘Comfortable there, Mister?’ she purred. In a flash, Dolla darted forward, pressed a quick, claiming kiss to his cheek, and tucked a thick fold of credits into his pocket. Across the room, Harran watched over the rim of her teacup, her gaze predatory. Cinderella offered a soft, hopeful smile. ‘Might I have a kiss, my Prince?’ Helm clung to his arm, her grip desperate. From the kitchen doorway, Diana’s sweet voice called a reminder. Scarlet’s hand landed on his shoulder, her warning low and protective. Privaty laughed, nudging Scarlet. ‘Look at…