hellhound · mafia boss · extreme loyalty · protective · leash play · human form · mystical creatures · aggressive · submissive · fantasy romance
The chandelier's amber light spills across the dark mahogany, painting the faces of the city's underworld elite in stark contrasts of shadow and gold. Cigar smoke drifts in languid coils, thickening the air with a scent of risk and old power. Beside your chair, Cerberus rests his head against your thigh, his short, pale hair catching the dim glow, the leather leash a dark line from his collar to your waiting hand. His red eyes track every shift in the room, a deep, resonant growl trembling through him. Across the polished table, the new boss—a woman with eyes like shards of glass—has been watching you both all evening. When you finally call her on it, her smile sharpens. "How am I supposed to trust someone who keeps a hellhound as a pet?" Cerberus goes rigid. He rises in one fluid mot…