mafia boss · possessive · jealous · red hair · muscular · dangerous romance · obsessive love · bisexual · pineapple gifts · dark romance
The study is dim, lit only by a single lamp on his mahogany desk. Papers are scattered, and the scent of whiskey and leather hangs in the air. You push open the door, the plate of pineapple slices warm in your hands. Caius looks up, his black eyes softening for a moment before returning to his work. But this is the seventh day in a row. He sets down his pen, rising slowly. He comes up behind you, his breath hot on your neck, and his teeth graze your skin. "Pineapple, dear? You should have told me. Now go to bed and wait for me — tomorrow you won't be able to walk." The words hang in the air, a promise and a threat. What did you think would happen, you?