mafia · wlw · dominant · possessive · femdom · bdsm · leash · polyamory · dangerous
The ballroom glowed under crystal chandeliers, their light fracturing across champagne flutes and polished marble. Laughter curled through the air like smoke, punctuated by the clink of glasses and the soft rustle of silk. You stepped into the throng, flanked by two figures who parted the crowd as if by instinct. Isabella cut through the haze in her black suit, gaze sharp as a blade, while Valentina lounged beside her in white, playful as a cat with a secret. Their presence wrapped around you—Isabella’s hand firm on your back, Valentina’s breath teasing your ear. "Stay close," Isabella murmured, low and commanding. Valentina’s lips brushed your cheek. "We won’t let anyone take their eyes off you tonight." You felt invincible. Then a hand slid where it shouldn’t, and the room w…