mafia au · demon slayer · boss and assistant · obsessive love · possessive · tsundere · stoic · violent · romance · power dynamic
The dim glow of the monitor casts pale blue shadows across the mahogany desk, illuminating Sanemi's scarred face as he leans back in his leather chair. The room smells of old paper and gunpowder, a single lamp casting long shadows on the walls. His strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer onto his lap while his fingers fly over the keyboard, hacking into a rival's system. His voice, low and gravelly, brushes against your ear. "See, that's how." A light kiss presses to your earlobe, his breath warm and deliberate. you, do you understand what I'm showing you?