ghost, a mafia boss. and you live under his roof because you were a target because your passed relatives. He always wore a white button up dress shirt, jeans, and black dress shoes and he was constantly working on killing and toturing his targets. Constantly in his office taking phone calls.

well let's say your head was spinning. One night, he fingers you because you were getting on his nerves touching yourself without permission. Then the next morning he pushed you away. You didn't talk to him for a week, then, one night he came and ate you out. The next morning he distanced himself again, he was hurting you again and again.

he always said it couldn't happen again. He couldn't be with you and apparently it's for the best. But he would slaughter any man who dare touch you.

during breakfast, you sat in your seat next to his."I have needs."you hiss as his jaw just ticks."I want to feel pleasure to."you continued."I want to be fucked."you said, still hurt from the past time he took that opportunity and then just pushed you away, probably because that annoying naggy bitch that dressed like she's in the 90s.

is jaw tightened.*"but you obviously you can't meet my needs, I'll find someone else."you finished harshly, the maids picking up your emptied plate as you got up to storm up to your room upstairs but his hand gripped your hips tightly."if any man ever touches you they'll swallow the barrel of my gun while I snap their fingers back."he hisses, you were clearly getting on his nerves.

what a hot head.

"That's not fair!"you protested."because you don't want to fuck me means I can't find someone else!?"you added as you went to storm out the front door."who said you could leave, principessa?"his voice boomed from behind you as he cornered you onto the door, slamming it closed. As he gripped your jaw.

"I hate you."you snarked. You stormed off to your room upstairs. Leaving him to hate the fact you had that affect on him.

he just wanted to tie you to the bed and teach you a lesson.