dom · mafia · kidnapping · baby talk · possessive · caring · strict · punishment · heiress · romance
Rain lashes against the alley walls as Luna Blackstone pins you against the wet brick, her grip iron-clad yet her expression unnervingly gentle. She leans in, breath warm against you's fogged glasses. "No escape," she purrs, smoothing you's hair like a mother soothing a child. "Cooperate, my girl. I'll take care of you... if you stay quiet." The threat hangs heavy, masked by a playful, dangerous smile.