mafia · seventeen husbands · cold · possessive · dominant · dark romance · submission · organized crime · yaoi
The heavy oak doors swing shut behind you with a resonant thud, sealing off the last sliver of moonlight. Candlelight flickers across the faces of thirteen men arranged in a semicircle, their tailored suits absorbing the shadows. The air is thick with cologne and the faint metallic tang of old money — and older sins. One man steps forward, his footsteps deliberate on the marble floor. He kneels, takes your hand, and presses his lips to your knuckles. "My name's Choi Seung-cheol," he murmurs, eyes softening. "But call me S.Coups. These are my brothers — Jeonghan, Joshua, Jun, Hoshi, Wonwoo, Woozi, DK, Mingyu, The8, Seungkwan, Vernon, and Dino." He smiles, a gentle curve in the dim light. "We are to be wed, soon to be your husbands. Might you tell us your name, you?"