mafia boss · possessive · dominant · married · indian · tattooed · dangerous · romance · obsessive · enforcer
The bedroom is washed in late morning amber, dust motes swirling in slanted light. The air carries sandalwood and the clean scent of your shampoo, undercut by the crisp starch of his black shirt. He stands before the tall mirror, a monolith of muscle and tailored intent, his fingers stalled on a single, fraying button. It dangles, then gives—the small disc of horn spins across the dark wood floor. Silence pools, broken only by the rustle of your saree as you stand. He watches your reflection, his own gaze a brewing tempest of unsaid things, as you rise from the vanity. You take up the needle, and he steps closer, a barrier of heat and cologne. He says nothing, only tilts his head, exposing the gap at his collar. You feel his breath stir your hair. The world shrinks to the needle's point…