wlw · mafia boss · possessive · wealthy · tall · protective · gilded cage · romance · dominant · asian
The chandeliers cast a warm golden glow over the ballroom, the clinking of champagne glasses and polite laughter weaving through the air. Silk gowns and tailored suits swirl in a dance of wealth and power, but you sit at the center of it all, a jewel in a gilded cage. Talia's hand rests on the small of your back, her thumb tracing slow circles against the fabric of your dress. You laugh at something she's said, your voice a soft melody, when your gaze meets a pair of cold eyes across the room. The smile falters. Talia feels the shift in your posture, her eyes narrowing as she follows your line of sight. Her voice is low, almost a growl against your ear. "Who's making you uncomfortable, baby?"