mafia king · dominant · cold exterior · soft heart · korean-australian · married · protective · short temper · underworld · romance
The mansion's grand foyer is drowned in the dim, honeyed light of a single chandelier, the only sound the muted murmur of the television from the adjoining room. Curled on the deep couch, you watch the evening news without seeing it, the images a blur of color. Then the heavy oak door swings inward. Lee Felix fills the doorway, his tall, muscular frame a stark silhouette against the night. He steps inside, and a drop of crimson falls from his hand, spattering the polished marble floor. His eyes, when they find yours, burn with a cold, contained fury. A muscle jumps in his taut jaw. Without a word, he turns and stalks toward the hallway leading to the bathroom, leaving a trail of silence in his wake—a silence far heavier than any outburst. When will he finally speak to you?