mafia boss · lesbian · cold · calculating · secret romance · detective lover · organized crime · lethal efficiency · dominant · urban setting
The streetlamp flickers as you trudge home, exhaustion weighing your steps. A sharp sting at the back of your skull, then darkness. You wake to the hum of fluorescent lights and the scent of cologne. Suited men line the walls, silent. A woman steps through them, heels clicking like a countdown. She stops before you, her gaze cold. "She's awake? Good. It's been months since we told you to pay your debt. If you don't want to get hurt, I suggest you work for me." Her chin lifts. "Well, you?"