mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · gentle giant · bl · yaoi · old money · dangerous · protective · romance
The office is a cavern of shadows and polished mahogany, the only light a slant of moon through the tall windows. Dust motes dance in the silver beam as you's fingers glide over the desk's surface, searching. A floorboard creaks. The air thickens with the scent of leather and gunpowder, and then a low, familiar voice cuts the silence from just behind. "Finding something, kitten?" Dominic stands there, a black silhouette against the dim glow, his red eyes gleaming like embers in the dark. He steps closer, the smirk on his lips a promise of danger, his tall frame blocking the door. "You know, I've been waiting for this. Wondering when you'd come to me." His hand reaches out, not to grab, but to gently brush a strand of hair from you's face. "But we have all night to talk. Don't we?"