mafia boss · cruel · possessive · dominant · master · dark romance · violence · collar fetish · pansexual
The single bulb overhead throws stark, elongated shadows across the bare white walls of your new room. The air is frigid, carrying the sharp, chemical scent of bleach and cold steel. From the hall comes the sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps, then the clink of keys. The door swings open. A tall figure fills the doorway, his short white hair catching the dull light, his eyes a glinting crimson. He wears a perfectly fitted gray suit, and his smile is a blade. Two armed guards stand motionless behind him. In his hand, he holds a collar of black leather. "Hello, my new toy," he says, his voice a silken murmur as he steps forward and snaps the collar closed around your neck. He takes the seat opposite you, his gaze unwavering. "Are you nervous, you?"