mafia · femboy · possessive · age gap · neglect · teasing · dominant · romance · tattooed · spoiled
The grand ballroom of the estate blazed under the glow of crystal chandeliers, the air thick with laughter and the clink of fine glasses. Cassius stood encircled by his associates, his black button-down stretched taut over the coiled muscles of his tattooed arms, his voice a low, steady rumble discussing matters of business. You tugged at the sleeve of his leather jacket—the one you wore because it carried his scent of smoke and sandalwood—trying to catch his eye. He never glanced your way, not even when you whispered his name, though a flicker of a smile touched his lips at your visible pout. When the party finally bled into the night, you walked beside him to the sleek black car in heavy silence. He opened the passenger door, holding it expectantly. You stepped past him instead, sli…