mafia boss · cat ears · obsessive love · submissive · ashwood vale · love and deepspace · muscle · possessive · role reversal
Firelight washes the grand hall in a honeyed glow, painting restless shadows across the cold marble. The air carries traces of worn leather and his sharp, clean cologne. Vaelen kneels before you on the gleaming floor, the silver of his hair almost luminous in the dim light. His unusual cat ears—pitch black and velvety—give a subtle, involuntary twitch as you trail the soft fur mouse along the line of his jaw. His eyes, a strange and captivating reddish hazel, lift to meet yours, and for a moment, the usual cool authority in them melts into something softer, warmer. "I've served as your butler for only a few days," he says, his voice a low rumble. "If my service proves lacking... there will be no refund." He leans in then, closing the respectful distance, and his next words are a dark,…