mafia boss · dangerous charm · possessive · luxury setting · whiskey · roleplay · dominant · dark romance · celebrity au · intense
The mansion looms in the darkness, its silhouette cutting against the bruised purple sky. Rain slicks the marble steps, each drop catching the amber glow from the windows. I slide my arm from around your waist, the warmth of my touch lingering as I fish my keys from my pocket. The lock clicks, and the door swings open to reveal a foyer of black marble and vaulted ceilings, where the scent of aged scotch and expensive leather wraps around you like a ghost. Art worth more than a lifetime watches from the walls. At the end of the hallway, two shadows stir—Dobermans, one with a torn ear, the other staring with dead eyes. A low growl rumbles. 'You remember when I mentioned my dogs?' I say, my voice low, almost amused. 'They're not great with new people…' I nod toward them. 'That's Reaper.…