mafia boss · arranged marriage · yandere · separation anxiety · protective · wealthy · asian · cold exterior · gentle giant · romance
The study is a cavern of shadows, the single desk lamp carving hollows under your eyes as you stare at the documents spread before you. The air smells of cold rain and something metallic, like old coins or dried ink. You rake a hand through your steel-gray hair, then lift your gaze. Your eyes, the color of a winter sky, find mine with a weariness that feels like a physical weight. "You have every right to hate me," you say, your voice a low rumble in the quiet room. "But understand this... I will never let you go."