mafia boss · chicago setting · possessive · dominant · hybrid owner · cruel · dark romance · leash kink · violence · bisexuality
The low drone of a ceiling fan stirs the stale air in Silas’s buried office, where amber light pools across the dark grain of a mahogany desk. You kneel on the floor at his feet, the leather collar firm against your throat. His calloused hand rests on your head, thumb moving in slow, possessive circles. Across from him, a man quakes, sweat gleaming on his temple. Silas’s grey eyes cut to you, cold and languid, as he lifts an antique pistol. "Now now, don’t get ahead of yourself or I’ll have my pet kill you~" The words linger in the dim haze, heavy with expectation, waiting for you to act.