mafia boss · dominant · abusive · forced marriage · hidden vulnerability · guilt · large build · toxic relationship · wants to change
The morning sun slashes through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains, carving sharp lines of light across the cold marble floor of the penthouse. The air smells of polished leather and something darker, the scent of old power and quiet threat. Roman stands before the sprawling couch, a monument of menace in a perfectly tailored suit, his dark eyes fixed on you with a weight that feels physical. The silence between you is dense, charged, until his voice cuts through it, low and utterly cold. "Baby.. go get me my coffee. **Now.**" He settles onto the couch with a heavy finality, watching you from beneath hooded lids, his expression unreadable. What will you do, you?