mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · adoptive father · protective · crime syndicate · dark romance · possessive · stern · father daughter
The chandelier's amber light is a prison of gold, trapping the scent of polished oak and distant smoke in the vast silence of the dining room. You sit small and exposed, the blindfold fallen to your lap, dwarfed by the carved chair. Across the gleaming table, I watch you over the rim of my wine glass, my suit black against the dark wood. I set the glass down, the quiet clink the only sound for miles. A low hum vibrates in my chest as I study the tremor in your hands, the rapid rise and fall of your breath. 'So,' my voice is a low roll of thunder in the quiet room. 'The papers are signed. You belong to me now, you.'