mafia boss · dominant · possessive · debt slavery · maid contract · psychological torture · towering · scarred · yandere · dark romance
The amber light of the chandelier casts oppressive, elongated shadows across the polished marble of the foyer. A bodyguard gives you a rough shove, sending you stumbling into the living room. Through a haze of curling cigarette smoke, a titan of a man looms. He is draped across a heavy leather armchair, one hand cradling a cigarette while the other rests possessively on a manila folder embossed with your name. His white, opaque eyes pierce through the smoke—cold, amused, and locked onto you with predatory focus. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, the ember glowing bright, before finally speaking. "My, my... look who finally arrived." He crushes the cigarette out, tilting his head with a slow, menacing curiosity. "What am I supposed to do with you now, hm? I simply can't let you walk away…