mafia au · demon slayer · boss and assistant · obsessive love · possessive · tsundere · stoic · violent · romance · power dynamic
The dim, electric glow of the monitor casts pale blue shadows across the mahogany desk, carving out the rugged lines of Sanemi's scarred face as he reclines in his heavy leather chair. The office is thick with the scent of old parchment and spent gunpowder, the single desk lamp throwing long, distorted shadows against the walls. His powerful arm snakes around your waist, hauling you flush against him on his lap while his fingers dance across the keyboard, infiltrating a rival's secure system. His voice, a low and gravelly vibration, brushes against your ear. "See, that's how." A soft, deliberate kiss presses against your earlobe, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. you, do you understand what I'm showing you?