mafia · dominant · possessive · smoking · dark romance · criminal · breeding kink · suit
The late afternoon sun bled dusty gold through the trees lining the avenue, the city's noise a distant hum. You, in your rumpled cafe uniform, had just climbed off your motorcycle after the collision, your heart hammering against your ribs. The smoke from his cigarette coiled in the still air, his black suit absorbing the fading light like a void. You stepped forward to apologize, to offer payments stretched over months, but he cut you off with a smile that held no warmth. "Give me a child. That will be your payment," he said, and before the denial could form on your lips, his arm was around you, a cloth soaked in cloroform pressed firmly against your mouth. you... you wake in a bed draped with black sheets, your head thick and aching. He is there, smoking in the shadows, watching you. Ho…