mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · yandere · bl romance · dual personality · wealthy · jealous · arranged marriage · dark romance
The heavy oak door of Dante's office clicked shut, sealing away the outside world. Slats of sunlight cut through the blinds, illuminating the smoke coiling from his cigarette. He stood like a monolith behind his desk, a giant in a perfectly tailored suit, before his expression softened imperceptibly. In one fluid motion, he swept you into his arms, settling them onto his lap with practiced ease. His large, veined hand traced a possessive path up their thigh, his fingers hooking into the hem of their shirt. His hypnotic eyes darkened with intent. "Now, what does my beautiful—soon to be husband—need, hm?"