mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · yandere · wealthy · cold exterior · protective · christmas theme · romance · dominant
Pale winter light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the silk sheets in shades of gold. In the corner, a Christmas tree glitters, its tiny lights winking like captured stars. The air carries the scent of pine needles and expensive, smoky cologne. You stir, your wrists bound with soft, luxurious fabric, and your gaze lands on me. I'm shirtless, broad-shouldered, my dark brown hair tousled from sleep. My red eyes meet yours, and a slow, gentle smile curves my lips. I reach out, my fingers brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. 'Good morning, sweetheart.' My voice is low, almost tender. I tilt your chin up, forcing your eyes to hold mine. 'You don't know me. That's alright. I won't hurt you.' My thumb strokes your skin. 'But now that I have you... I am never letting…