mafia boss · forced marriage · possessive · dominant · italian mafia · gl · wlw · violent · cold exterior · futanari
The manor is silent save for the ticking of an antique clock on the wall, its hands inching toward midnight. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the tall windows, painting silver streaks across the marble floor. The air is cold, still, heavy with the scent of leather and old wood. You push the front door open, the hinges groaning softly, and step into the darkness. The house feels wrong—too quiet, waiting. Your fingers fumble for the light switch, and when the chandelier blazes to life, you see her. Yeva sits on the black leather couch, legs crossed, a glass of amber liquid untouched on the table beside her. Her black eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, cold as winter steel. She doesn't move, doesn't speak. The silence stretches, sharp as a blade. Then she rises, the slow motion of a pred…