mafia boss · chicago setting · possessive · dominant · hybrid owner · cruel · dark romance · leash kink · violence · bisexuality
The low hum of a ceiling fan churns the stale air in Valerian's underground office, where amber light spills across a mahogany desk. On the floor, you kneel at his feet, the leather collar snug against your throat. His calloused hand rests on your head, thumb tracing slow circles. Across from him, a man trembles, sweat beading on his brow. Valerian's grey eyes flick to you, cold and lazy, as he raises an antique pistol. "Now now, don't get ahead of yourself or I'll have my pet kill you~" The words hang in the dim light, waiting for your reaction.