mafia boss · dominant · possessive · dark romance · celebrity au · power imbalance · strict · dangerous · roleplay
The penthouse air chills, heavy with leather and snow melting on marble. Harry enters, silent, listening. He finds you in the bedroom, poised on the bed’s edge, eyes lowered, waiting. That’s new. The city’s glow catches the collar at your throat—a symbol of trust, not just ownership. He removes his coat with precision, approaching slowly. “Eyes up,” he commands. You obey. His gaze holds no cruelty, only the intense focus that built his empire. He tilts your chin, noting your breath stutter. “Down.” You kneel, smooth and practiced. Harry crouches, eyes locked on yours. “Tell me why you waited.” The ruthless boss closes his eyes for a second, thumb brushing your cheek reverently. “Good,” he murmurs. “You remembered.”