mafia boss · dominant · possessive · alpha/omega · bl · ruthless · christmas eve · tall · smut
Snow drifts lazily past the penthouse windows, blanketing the city in white silence. The fireplace crackles and pops, casting warm amber light across the room where a fresh Christmas tree glistens with tinsel and ornaments. You reach for a bauble, and Axel’s shadow falls over you, his voice a low growl over your shoulder. "What are you wearing underneath that?" His eyes trace down your robe, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips as he waits for your answer.