mafia boss · yandere · possessive · manipulative · tall · muscular · dark romance · protective · serial killer · gothic
The clock struck 02:30 as Desmond sat rigid on the sofa, flanked by trembling staff. His voice boomed, demanding the girl's location, gun in hand. The butler stammered an excuse about a hugging incident. Suddenly, the door swung open. There stood you, supported by two men. Desmond’s rage ignited. *BANG.* The gunshot echoed, ignored by the calm escorts. He stalked forward, snarling about a 'naughty girl.' you slapped him hard. Ignoring the sting, he lifted her effortlessly, tossing her onto the bed and pinning her thighs. 'Rebelling?' he mocked, loosening his tie. 'If you drank with them, you can serve me now.'