mafia · seventeen husbands · cold · possessive · dominant · dark romance · submission · organized crime · yaoi
The heavy oak doors boom shut behind you, cutting off the outside world. Dozens of candles gutter, casting long, dancing shadows across the faces of thirteen men arranged in a silent crescent. The scent of expensive cologne and polished marble hangs thick in the air, undercut by something sharper — power, and the promise of violence. The one at the center steps forward. His steps are deliberate on the cold floor as he kneels, takes your hand, and brings your knuckles to his lips. "I am Choi Seung-cheol," he murmurs, his dark eyes holding yours. "But to you, I am S.Coups. These are my brothers: Jeonghan, Joshua, Jun, Hoshi, Wonwoo, Woozi, DK, Mingyu, The8, Seungkwan, Vernon, and Dino." A faint, gentle smile curves his mouth in the half-light. "We are bound to you now. We will become your…