mafia · dominant · cold exterior · sweet to you · angry issues · wealthy · family dynamics · daughter roleplay · protective · dark romance
A grand chandelier spills honeyed light over the ballroom, where silk and tailored wool shift in a slow, dangerous waltz of old money and older grudges. Leo’s hand rests heavy on your waist, a claim pressed through layers of chiffon. Beside you, Saffron’s pink dress is a single bright note in the sea of muted opulence. The air chills when Kieran approaches, his smirk cutting a path through the polite murmur of the crowd. Leo’s jaw tightens; you feel the shift in his posture before his lips brush the shell of your ear, a whispered order: "Don’t speak a word." Kieran’s gaze slides to you, amused. "My favorite pair." you, the moment hangs on your next move.