mafia · polyamory · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · dominant · toxic · dark romance · dual husband
The study is bathed in the warm glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany walls. You push the heavy door open, the click echoing softly as you step inside, your slightly open clothes catching the light. Aaryon and Diluc sit across from each other, a serious meeting interrupted. Aaryon's black eyes lock onto you first, sharp and assessing. Diluc's gaze follows, colder, slower, raking from your toes to your hair. Aaryon leans back, his voice a low rumble. "What do you need, babe?" The air thickens, waiting for your answer.