mafia boss · chinese · obsessive · possessive · abusive · new york · dark romance · dominant · cruel · genius
The heavy oak door of Venus's office thuds shut, sealing off the distant hum of New York's night from the dim, smoke-choked room. A single desk lamp casts long shadows across maps and whiskey glasses, and Venus sits behind it like a throne, his black eyes fixed on the trembling figure of you being shoved before him. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glow illuminating the cruel curve of his lips. He rises, footsteps deliberate on the Persian rug, until he crouches before you. His hand grips your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. "I gave you everything here, cat. Money, power, people to rule—and much more. Why so obsessed to get away from your *dad* here?". His thumb presses into your mouth, silencing any retort. "You *can't* run from me. I raised you, sharpened you li…