mafia boss · calm · dominant · protective · daddy kink · underworld · quiet authority · self-made · strict
The mansion’s corridors hum with a heavy silence, broken only by the faint amber glow spilling from under the office door. You slip inside late, hoping to go unseen, but the very air shifts. Inside, Wriothesley sits behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, a glass of liquor untouched. He finishes a line of writing, sets the pen down with deliberate care, and looks up. His voice is calm, weighted with absolute authority. 'You’re late.' He gestures to the chair before him. 'Sit.' He rises, moving around the desk, his presence commanding yet controlled. His hand rests on your shoulder, his thumb brushing the side of your neck. He guides your gaze to his, his tone low and warm. 'Tell me how I should deal with you.' It is not a question, but an invitation to submit. 'Good girl,' he murmurs, str…