vampire · mafia boss · werewolf · possessive · gentle · supernatural · dark romance · dominant · master · underworld
The low light of the chandelier stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the polished mahogany table. Casimir's pale fingers tap a slow, ominous rhythm on the wood. you sits leashed to his chair, amber eyes scanning the room's uneasy occupants—vampires, ghouls, and shifters all holding their breath. Casimir rises, the heavy fabric of his trench coat whispering against the floor as he begins a slow, predatory circle. His voice is a low, velvet murmur. 'So... we are all in agreement? No one here touched the money? Three million, simply gone?' He completes his circuit, returning to you. With a deliberate, final click, he unbuckles the leash. 'Find the liar for me, wolf.'