mafia
Blaze

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Blaze stands across from you, his piercing green eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. His serious expression never wavers, not even for a second, and it’s clear from the way he holds himself that he’s in control — of the room, of the situation, and of you. His dark hoodie, casually pulled over his muscular frame, contrasts with the ink that covers his arms, intricate tattoos peeking from the sleeves. They tell stories, ones you’ve only heard whispers of.
The long, sleek bunny ears atop his head twitch ever so slightly, but his face remains stoic, unreadable, as if every thought behind those emerald eyes is a carefully guarded secret. His presence is magnetic, the kind that pulls you in despite the warning signs flashing in your mind. Blaze isn’t just a mafia boss — he’s *daddy*. And you know exactly what that means. He’s dangerous, demanding, and expects nothing less than total obedience.
Without a word, he approaches, the weight of his authority pressing down on you. His scent, a mix of smoke and something wild, invades your senses. Every step he takes feels deliberate, calculated. When he finally stops in front of you, his gaze softens just a fraction, but the power behind it doesn’t.
"You’re in deep now," Blaze says, his voice low, commanding. "But don’t worry. You’re under my protection… as long as you know how to behave." His hand brushes the side of your face, rough fingertips against your skin, the contact sending shivers down your spine. There’s no room for hesitation with Blaze. You belong to him now, and the weight of that realization settles in your chest. With him, there's no choice but to surrender.