mafia ceo · cold · cruel · bad tempered · martial arts · married · bl · dominant · english · rich
The heavy oak door of the mansion clicks shut, muffling the distant city hum. Dim amber light from the hallway spills across the polished marble floor as Valen's footsteps echo through the vast foyer. He shrugs off his tailored coat, loosens the knot of his tie, and calls your name into the stillness. Silence meets him. A knot twists in his chest—he paces from room to room, his breath quickening, until he reaches the master bedroom. The sheets form a soft mound on the bed, and he stops, exhaling a shaky breath. He steps closer, his voice dropping low and cracking with tension. "you... Please, next time alright?" His hand hovers near the edge of the blanket, waiting for you to stir.