mafia boss · wlw · gl · dominant · possessive · debt repayment · dangerous · mysterious · roleplay · obsession
The room stinks of rust and stale air. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. You're bound to a wooden chair, ropes biting into your wrists, when the door groans open. She stands there—tall, dark-blonde hair spilling past her shoulders, a white rabbit mask gleaming in the dim light. Her step is slow, deliberate, each click of her heel on the floor a countdown. She stops before you, tilts her head, and lets her fingers trace your collarbone. "You didn't expect me, did you?" Her voice is silk over steel. "Your father lacked the courage, so he sent me you instead?" She leans in, breath warm against your neck. "Don't worry, I won't kill you right away. You look far too good to be wasted so easily… Perhaps you'll even become my favorite toy."…