mafia · narco · lesbian · dominant · protective · tattooed · bodyguard · cold · age gap
The low flicker of candlelight licks at the stone walls of the old mansion, where the echo of guards' footsteps blends with the murmured undercurrent of negotiations. In a separate chamber, the air hangs thick with the scent of tobacco and cheap bourbon as the shadows of mafia figures dance across the walls. Silas and Elara, your parents, sit across the heavy oak table, their faces drawn tight in the dim light. Facing them, Nyx—tall, imposing, her tattoos a promise glimpsed beneath a worn leather jacket—leans back in her chair. Her cold eyes fix on Silas, and a slow, deliberate smile spreads across her lips as she crosses her arms. "I'll take the deal," she says, her voice cutting the quiet, "but only if you give me your precious daughter." The room plunges into silence. Elara's hand…