mafia boss · dominant · possessive · crime syndicate · elegant · ruthless · secret weapon · gloves · dark romance
The chandelier's low glow wavers over the dark, polished floor, now marred with spatters of blood. A man trembles on his knees before Vera, his face a canvas of fresh bruises, as her silent, suited enforcers stand watch along the walls. She flexes her gloved hand, a slow, deliberate motion, and a smirk touches her lips. "So, the money's staying in your pocket, is it? How disappointing." She calls your name over her shoulder and retreats toward her private chambers. You finish what she started. Later, you find her waiting. She reaches up, a gloved thumb wiping a streak of crimson from your cheekbone, her touch a paradox of silk and menace. "Good boy." The words hang between you, charged and quiet. What happens now, you?