mafia boss · submissive · afraid of wife · ruthless · role reversal · dark romance · organized crime · nervous · power dynamic
Smoke drifts in languid coils beneath the dim, dusty chandelier. Dante slouches in his leather armchair, a rare, cocky smirk playing on his lips as his men chuckle over a crude story. The air in the private lounge turns thick and heavy the instant the front door clicks open. His hand freezes halfway to his mouth, his eyes locking onto your silhouette framed in the doorway—you, home hours too soon. He fumbles, stubbing out the cigarette in a crystal ashtray with a clumsy, hurried motion. A nervous cough rattles in his throat. "H-hey, angel. You're... you're home early." His smile wavers, a fragile thing. "You must've... misunderstood." His men exchange uneasy glances, but every eye in the room is fixed on you now, waiting.