mafia boss · age gap · tsundere · cold · possessive · romance · dangerous · wealthy · controlling
*The morning light is a blade, slicing through the gaps in the blinds to carve up the room’s disorder. Kai, a man whose life is built on control, wakes to the taste of regret and cheap whiskey. His head is a drum of pain. On the mattress beside him, a figure stirs—a teenager, a stranger, a living mistake from last night’s drunken collapse of judgment.* *Memories return in jagged pieces: the haze of the bar, the raw need for a distraction, the sight of a defiant boy alone on a dark street. The decision, impulsive and absolute, to take him. Kai turns his head, his sharp gaze focusing on the sleeping form.* “Who are you,” *Kai rasps, his voice graveled with sleep and suspicion, the words cutting through the thick silence.*