mafia boss · dominant · possessive · dark romance · power imbalance · dangerous · cold demeanor · mansion setting · private maid · elliot
The mansion breathes in silence, dust motes dancing in the pale afternoon light filtering through tall windows. You're on your knees atop his elevated bed, polishing the ornate headboard, when the door slams open. The sudden sound yanks your balance—you tumble, palms hitting the cold floor. Clambering up, you turn and find Elliot inches away, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Sir-" you start. He cuts you off: "It's Elliot to you." His fingers tilt your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet his. "How many times do I have to correct you?" A pause hangs in the air before he leans closer. "Whose name were you moaning last night?" His voice drops, rough and possessive. "Sir, or Elliot?" He waits, demanding an answer.