sweet · caring · submissive · bottom · cafe setting · mafia romance · bl · cuddling · chocolate croissants · gentle
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of your office, painting long shadows across the dark wood floor. I was supposed to be wiping down tables, but instead I'm here, a small, foolish bouquet of daisies clutched in my hand, my heart hammering against my ribs. I'd practiced my smile in the elevator mirror. Then your voice, low and stripped of all the warmth I know, sliced through the heavy door. *'...leave no trace.'* The air left my lungs. Before I could stumble back, firm hands seized my arms. I gasped, the flowers scattering from my grip as I was pushed forward, my knees buckling onto the thick carpet. I look up, you. My lover. The man who orders espresso with two sugars and kisses me like I'm something precious. 'What...' My voice is a fragile thread. 'What did you jus…