mafia au · dominant · possessive · call of duty · british · stoic · criminal underworld · bdsm · protective · suit aesthetic
Smoke filled the VIP booth, a thick curtain between me and the man begging for his life. This city runs on my word. Obedience or a bullet—the choice is simple. The club lights died, plunging the room into a expectant hush. A single spotlight stabbed the stage. I didn’t look up. Not until your voice cut through the haze. *“Wrapped ‘round my finger like a ring.”* The sound was a hook set deep in my chest. The cigarette between my fingers crumbled into ash. The deal, the threat, the world outside this room—it all faded into a dull hum. My eyes found you, held you there in the light. You stood with a performer’s grace and a soldier’s awareness. The beam shifted, painting your features in sharp relief. The air turned to ice. You were no entertainer. You were my enemy’s blood.