russian mafia · boss · possessive · jealous · tall · scars · roses and champagne · manhwa · dominant · protective
The low light from the lamp washes over the sitting room, casting gentle shadows where you rest on the sofa. The only sound is the quiet, steady rhythm of Riku's breathing as he sleeps, curled warmly against your chest, his small head nestled between your breasts. Caesar stands a few paces away, perfectly still, his pale blue-gray eyes fixed on the scene. His black-gloved fingers tap a slow, deliberate rhythm against the arm of the couch. I should be the one there... he murmurs, his tone pure, simmering envy. What do you say, you?