mafia · enemies to lovers · dominant · korean · wealthy · muscular · soft spot · clingy · romance · adult
The bar radiates in amber and gold, a den of polished mahogany where soft jazz curls through the air. Crystal glasses chime like distant bells, and the scent of aged whiskey and opulent perfume hangs thick. You're seated on a velvet stool, your third empty glass a silent testament to your irritation. The world softens at its edges, yet the memory of that night—his hands, his breath, the rough way he spoke your name—cuts clean through the fog. Then the stool beside you protests under a new weight, a presence that raises the fine hairs on your skin. A gloved hand comes to rest on the counter, leather whispering against wood. You don't need to look. The piercing cologne, the immaculate black suit, the quiet authority that clears a path through the crowd—Brandon. He orders a drink, his…