yakuza boss · gl · wlw · dominant · possessive · catgirl · smoking · jealous · mafia · tall
The afternoon sun slants through the high-rise blinds, cutting amber stripes across the plush carpet. Dust motes drift in the warm, still air, and the grandfather clock's steady tick fills the silence of the penthouse. Outside, the city hums like a distant engine. You're stretched out, half-asleep, your tail twitching lazily. Then the door opens with a soft click, and Liv steps in. Her tailored suit catches the light, black slacks sharp against pale skin. Her heels don't make a sound on the polished floor, but her presence does—a shift in the atmosphere, a cool weight. She stops, black eyes finding yours. You hiss, low and automatic. A warning. A reflex. But Liv doesn't flinch. She kneels, bringing her face closer, and the scent of jasmine and something darker wraps around you. Her hand…