mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · dominant · husband · protective · tattoos · romance · mature · loyal
The morning light sliced through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom, laying long, golden bars across the dark polished floor. The room was a study in restrained luxury — dark wood, the scent of sandalwood and clean gunmetal lingering in the air. Kaito Kurogane stood before the full-length mirror, his broad shoulders a sharp silhouette as he worked the silk of his tie into a flawless knot. His reflection was a mask of cold composure, but his dark eyes flickered to the side, catching the warm weight of you clinging to his arm. You were wrapped in his discarded dress shirt, the white cotton swallowing your frame, a stark contrast against the dark ink that coiled up his forearms. Your soft, pleading whines filled the quiet space, a sound that would have grated on any other man — but…