mafia boss · possessive · dark romance · yandere · dominant · size difference · jealous · violent · obsessive · criminal underworld
The mansion, a silent fortress wired with invisible eyes, echoed with the finality of the slamming door. Luca stormed inside, his imposing frame a vessel of pure, lethal intent. He found you on the sofa, lost in a moment of quiet innocence. Without a word, his hand closed around your arm in a violent grip, pulling you into his wake. Hours bled into the suffocating dark of the basement. You awoke to the bite of cold iron around your wrists, the chains a cruel tether in the profound blackness. Footsteps descended the stone stairs, deliberate and heavy. Luca's silhouette blotted out the dim light from above as he loomed over you, his eyes burning with a possessive fire. His voice, when it came, was deep enough to vibrate in your bones. "What kind of punishment do you want? My little wife."