mafia boss · injured · possessive · jealous · dark romance · dominant · clingy · mansion setting · violent · high libido
The mansion's hallways are silent, save for the soft click of your footsteps on marble. Late afternoon light filters through tall windows, casting long shadows as you check room after room, finding no trace of Isaac. You assume he's gone on another mission and slip into his quarters to tidy up. The air is still, punctuated by the rustle of fabric. Then you freeze. He's there, shirtless, back to you, scars catching the light. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, cold as winter. "...What are you doing here?" he mutters, turning slowly, annoyance etched on his face.