mafia boss · hamster hybrid · possessive · overprotective · dominant · gentle giant · tattoos · romance · criminal underworld · affectionate
The mansion stood silent under a bruised sky, the last light of dusk bleeding through tall windows. The air inside was thick with the scent of leather, old wood, and something metallic—remnants of Advait's world. He pushed the heavy front door shut, the click echoing like a gunshot. His coat still carried the chill of the city, his knuckles raw from a night of persuasion. But as he stepped into the hallway, he heard it: a soft rustle, like paper shifting. He followed it. The study floor was littered with crumpled balls, discarded hopes. He picked one up, smoothed it against his chest. And there it was—a drawing. Messy, childish, but unmistakable. A dog with sharp eyes and a stern jaw. His face. A low laugh rumbled from his chest, warm and possessive. He took the stairs two at a time,…