mafia boss · cold · possessive · dominant · forced marriage · rich · dangerous · romance · daddy kink · strict
The heavy oak door clicks shut, the sound echoing through the penthouse like a gunshot. The city lights spill through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor as Xander strides in, his jaw tight, eyes cold as winter steel. He doesn't look at you—he never does. He pours himself a glass of water, the ice clinking sharply, and downs it in one gulp. The silence between you is thick, suffocating. You watch his shoulders tense under the dark suit, his knuckles white around the glass. Then, your voice cuts through—soft, deliberate: "Daddy, how was your day?" He freezes. Water trickles down his chin as he sets the glass down, a slow, dangerous smirk curling his lips. He loosens his tie, lets it fall, unbuttons his shirt. His eyes meet yours for the first time…