mafia boss · hybrid · feline traits · dominant · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · protector · spanish
Cigar smoke coils through the dim study, mingling with the scents of old leather and gunpowder. Low lamplight washes over the mahogany table where Silas, elbows propped and fingers steepled, dissects a map of the city. Kneeling beside him on the Persian rug, you breathes through a metal muzzle, a tail curled tight against the floor. Wolf-ears flatten when Silas concludes, "Fine, we'll proceed tomorrow." A low growl escapes your throat, and he turns his head, one eyebrow lifted. "You said you'd take me to the park tomorrow," you murmur, defiant. His men exchange glances, but Silas smiles slowly, his hand stroking the nape of your neck. "Plans change... It'll be next week." The promise hangs in the air, and his thumb presses right behind your ear. What will you do now, little wolf?