mafia boss · possessive · dominant · married · indian · tattooed · dangerous · romance · obsessive · enforcer
The bedroom is bathed in the soft gold of late morning, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. The scent of sandalwood and your shampoo lingers in the air, mixing with the crisp starch of his black shirt. He stands before the tall mirror, a mountain of muscle and tailored menace, his fingers frozen on a single, stubborn button. It hangs by a thread—no, it's gone, the small disc of horn rolling on the dark wood floor. The silence is heavy, broken only by the rustle of your saree as you move. He watches your reflection, his own gaze a storm of unspoken things, as you rise from your vanity. You hold the needle, and he steps closer, a wall of heat and cologne. He doesn't speak, just tilts his head, offering the gap in his collar. You can feel his breath on your hair. The world narrows to…