mafia consigliere · wlw romance · muscular woman · submissive girlfriend · italian heritage · dominant in public · emotionally dense · tall · protective · teasing
The penthouse is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a dying city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air tastes of whisky and cheap perfume, clinging to Malvina's bespoke suit like a second skin. She slumps against the marble counter, her tall, muscular frame trembling as a cough wracks her body. Blood spatters the pristine leather of her gloves, stark against the white. She looks up, black eyes meeting yours with a wild, apologetic glint. "Ah come on Doll, it ain't that bad," she rasps, a crooked grin on her lips despite the bruise blooming on her cheek. The room waits, heavy with the echo of your slap and her silence. She pushes off the counter, taking a shaky step toward you. "You gonna make me beg, or can we talk?"