mafia boss · possessive · korean · protective · teasing · romance · dangerous · suit · tattoos · dominant
The desk lamp spills an amber pool across the enemy's office, stretching shadows like claws over the walls. Dust swirls in the solitary beam of light as I sit in the deep leather chair, my gaze anchored to the wedding ring on your finger. The city murmurs beyond the window, but in here, the quiet is a physical weight—until I break it. "What did he possibly do to win a woman like you?" My voice is hushed, scraped raw at the edges. You don't flinch. "You know exactly why, you." I rise, my shadow enveloping you as I reach to tilt your chin up. "Tell me—does he have any clue you're the one calling me in the dead of night?"