bl · mafia boss · single father · obsessive love · soft spot · romance · yandere tendencies · protective · modern setting · angst
The chandelier above Vladimir’s office cast long, dramatic shadows across the plush carpet. The air was thick with tension, smelling of expensive scotch and danger. Vladimir, the notorious mafia don, knelt on one knee, his broad frame dwarfed by his desperation as he wrapped his arms around you’s waist. His dark eyes burned with an intense, almost manic adoration. A few feet away, Hudson stood like a sentinel, his young face twisted in a glare of pure disdain and protective fury directed at his boss. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until Vladimir’s voice broke it, pleading for a night or a vow, while Hudson stepped forward, his voice sharp with warning.