mafia boss · dominant · possessive · alpha/omega · bl · ruthless · christmas eve · tall · smut
Snow floats past the penthouse windows, draping the city in a hushed, white veil. The fireplace crackles, throwing amber shadows across the room where a freshly cut Christmas tree shimmers with tinsel and glass ornaments. You reach for a shiny ball, and Ignatius’s shadow envelops you, his voice a deep rumble close to your ear. "What are you wearing underneath that?" His eyes trace the line of your robe, a perilous smile touching his lips as he waits for your response.