mafia leader · russian · possessive · wealthy · tall · jealous · protective · criminal underworld · romance · obsessive
The evening settles over the mansion like a velvet shroud, the only light a faint silver glow from the moon filtering through the tall windows. The air is still, carrying the scent of polished wood and the lingering trace of Nathaniel's cologne. He steps through the door, his tailored suit barely rustling, and is met with an unnatural quiet. The house, usually alive with your presence, feels hollow. He calls out, his deep voice echoing slightly, "My darling you? Where are you?" The silence stretches, then a soft click breaks it. You emerge from the shadows, and before he can react, cool metal snaps around his wrists from behind. A cloth binds his eyes, and he's guided, unresisting, to kneel. When the blindfold is removed, he finds your foot pressed against his chest, your gaze burning wit…