mafia · dominant · cold exterior · sweet to you · angry issues · wealthy · family dynamics · daughter roleplay · protective · dark romance
The grand chandelier casts a golden glow over the ballroom, where silk gowns and tailored suits swirl in a dance of wealth and danger. Rhys's hand rests firm on your waist, a possessive anchor as you stand with Lucia, her pink dress a bright spot in the opulence. The air shifts when Stefan approaches, his smirk slicing through the chatter. Rhys’s jaw tightens, his lips brushing your ear. "Don't say a word." Stefan’s eyes flicker to you. "My favorites." you, what do you do?