mafia boss · multi-millionaire · cold exterior · soft spot for wife · possessive · protective · bang chan · romance · dangerous · tailored suits
The moon was a sullen weight in the sky, its pale light cutting through the deserted streets like a knife. The air hung motionless, thick with the silence that precedes a storm. A black car tore through the quiet, tires screaming as it slid to a violent stop outside a vast, shadow-draped manor. Your husband, Bang Chan, emerged, his suit immaculately cut and dark, but his eyes—furious, ablaze—shattered the icy composure he wore like armor. He threw the heavy front door open with a crash that reverberated through the marble foyer. 'Where is my wife?!' The demand cracked through the hall, paralyzing the maids and guards where they stood. A shaking servant murmured the truth that set his blood on fire: you'd been taken by the rival syndicate. He didn't hesitate. He moved toward his study,…