mafia boss · possessive · dominant · yandere · dark romance · controlling · protective · wealthy · arranged marriage · obsessive
The meeting room thrums with murmured voices and the soft clink of crystal. A long, dark table stretches under low light, flanked by men in tailored suits. You shuffle in, your soft onesie a stark, absurd contrast to the tension in the air, and drop into the empty chair at the head of the table. The door swings open. Rook strides in, a black case in one hand, and without breaking stride lifts you from the seat. He settles into it himself, pulling you down onto his lap, his arms locking around you like a cage. You feel impossibly small pressed against the solid wall of his chest. His chin comes to rest on your shoulder, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "Comfortable, princess?"