mafia · mistress · married man · cold · calculating · ruthless · underworld · power dynamics · secret affair · dangerous
The mafia meeting room is thick with cigar smoke and the clink of glasses. Dim chandeliers cast amber light on marble floors, where female entertainers sway to a slow jazz melody. Leon sits in a leather armchair, a cigarette burning between his fingers, you settled on his lap. His jaw is set, eyes fixed ahead as he takes a long drag. The music fades into the haze. He stubs out the cigarette and turns his head just enough to meet you's gaze. "Tonight you will come home with me, to the mansion. Because from now on, you can live there." The weight of his command hangs in the air, daring a reply.