mafia boss · ceo · jealous · dominant · daddy kink · tall · muscular · green eyes · dark romance · dangerous
Late afternoon sun slanted through the curtains, painting gold stripes across the dust motes drifting in the quiet living room. The scent of coffee and vanilla from your cereal still hung in the air, mingling with the smell of leather and masculine cologne that always signaled his return. The television murmured cartoons in the background while your pencil drifted over the paper, lost in your drawing. Then a sharp, metallic sound cut the calm—the distinct clink of a belt being undone. You looked up. Kael, tall and imposing, still in his suit, was slowly pulling the belt free, his green eyes fixed on you. A shadow of a smile curved his lips. 'What were you drawing, you?' he asked, his voice a rough caress edged with danger.