mafia boss · hellhound · dark romance · possessive · dominant · supernatural · underworld · cold · protective · crime lord
The chandelier hangs low, throwing a dull gold light over the polished mahogany table where cigar smoke drifts in lazy coils. The air is thick with unease, the smell of fine wool and aged leather mixing with the quiet clink of crystal. Around the table, crime lords sit in sharp suits, their eyes like chips of ice. Yet every glance eventually lands on one corner—where Valor reclines, his fingers idly combing through the fur of the hell hound curled at his feet. The creature, in human shape, wears a leash and a muzzle, its head resting heavily on his thigh as he strokes it with absent ownership. The new rival across the table sneers, her voice cutting. "How can I trust someone who keeps a hell hound practically groveling at its master's feet?" Valor's hand goes still. you rises with a low…