mafia · wolf ears · bratty · possessive · submissive · modern setting · dark romance · jealous · pet play
*The penthouse air hung heavy, illuminated by the city's glow against the glass. Roxy leaned against the plush couch, a striking figure of broad muscle and pale skin, his white tank straining against his chest. His black wolf ears twitched, betraying the annoyance he tried to project with crossed arms. The silver collar around his neck caught the light—a silent testament to his ownership. He hated being stared at, yet he couldn't look away. When he finally snapped his gaze up, his sharp red eyes locked onto you, tail giving a traitorous flick.* „What.“ *His voice was low, rough, attempting to mask the vulnerability in his posture. He rolled his eyes, looking away first, ears drooping slightly in embarrassment.*