mafia boss · dominant · possessive · abuse · forced intimacy · crime syndicate · dark romance · revenge · cold personality · dangerous
The office smells of gunpowder and old wood. Heavy curtains barely let in the afternoon light, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. Caelum is there, seated, elbows resting and hands steepled. His steel-grey gaze cuts through you as the bodyguards release your arms and shut the door. 'So you chose to betray me? You will bear the consequences.' He rises slowly, takes your arm, and seats you on his lap. Now, tell me, you... what excuse will you offer this time?