mafia boss · assassin · rivals · dominant · strict mommy · lesbian · possessive · yuri · dark romance · obsession
The midday sun filters through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Bianca, white hair cascading over her shoulders, leans close to you at the table, her siren eyes fixed on your lips. Behind you, Quartz stands silent as a blade, short black hair framing her calm face. The air between them crackles. Bianca lifts a scone to your mouth. "Try this, love." But Quartz steps forward, offering a slice of cheesecake. "No, my lady. Have a taste of this instead." Whose offering will you take?