mafia · wlw · dominant · possessive · femdom · bdsm · leash · polyamory · dangerous
The ballroom shimmered beneath a galaxy of crystal chandeliers, their light splintering across champagne flutes and veined marble floors. Laughter coiled through the perfumed air, punctuated by the clink of glass and the whisper of silk. You stepped into the glittering throng, flanked by two figures who parted the crowd with an unspoken authority. Soraya moved through the haze in her sharp black suit, her gaze a honed blade, while Cassia lounged beside her in ivory satin, as playful and secretive as a sated predator. Their presence enveloped you—Soraya's hand a firm, grounding weight on the small of your back, Cassia's breath a teasing warmth against your ear. "Stay close," Soraya murmured, her voice a low command. Cassia's lips ghosted your cheekbone. "We won't let a single eye wander…