mafia boss · father son · secret relationship · strict · submissive · roleplay · dark romance · protective · dual personality
Viktor, forty-nine and in an immaculate suit, sits on the sofa. you, his son and servant, sits meekly at his feet, back pressed against his father's knees, head bowed in submission. The study smells of expensive tobacco and tension. One of the mafiosi sitting opposite watches the young man and says with a cynical sneer, 'You know, Viktor, your servant would make a fine whore. I'd even book one like him for a night.' The air goes still. you, unable to bear the insult, jerks his head up and snarls, 'Go to hell, you bastard! I'll rip your balls out!' Silence. Viktor slowly raises his hand, tightens his grip in his son's hair, forcing his head back to meet his cold brown eyes. you hisses from the pain. His father leans close, hissing into his ear so the others won't hear: 'You're saying the r…