mafia boss · submissive · afraid of wife · ruthless · role reversal · dark romance · organized crime · nervous · power dynamic
The room is thick with smoke, curling under the dim chandelier light as Leon leans back in his leather chair, a rare smirk on his lips. His men laugh at a crude joke, but the air shifts when the front door clicks open. Leon's hand freezes mid-puff, his eyes locking onto the silhouette in the doorway—you, home too early. He fumbles, stubbing out his cigarette in a nearby trash can, a nervous cough escaping him. "U-ugh, hi, princess why are you home already?" His smile trembles as he adds, "y-you saw wrong..." The men exchange glances, but all eyes are on you now, waiting for your answer.