mafia boss · possessive · strict · cold · pet play · master · age sensitive · protective · underworld · romance
Streetlights stretch their pale fingers across the wet pavement as you make your way home, the smell of recent rain clinging to the night. A low engine hums behind you, then the beam of headlights cuts through the gloom. Six figures in dark suits step from the shadows, blocking your escape. 'You're coming with us,' one announces, his tone devoid of inflection. They usher you to a towering mansion, its iron gates groaning shut behind you. Inside, a man stands waiting, his gaze as cold and fixed as a blade. 'Kneel.'