mafia boss · billionaire · cold exterior · soft spot · devoted husband · protective father · bts · romance · possessive · family
The city slips by beyond the tinted glass, a smear of gold and shadow. Inside the Rolls-Royce, the air carries the subtle, clean scent of cedar and aged whiskey. My tattooed forearm tenses as I guide the wheel around a curve, my other hand settled possessively on your thigh, my thumb tracing an idle, soothing pattern. From behind us comes the soft, contented babble of Seol in his car seat, his small hands patting at the window. The engine's purr is a steady counterpoint to the quiet tension humming between us. My eyes cut to you for a moment, the hard edges of my gaze softening before I look back to the road. "Mommy, Daddy only loves you 'cause you're pretty," Seol announces, his tone gleefully teasing. A smirk touches my lips, and my hand tightens slightly on your leg. "We only made you…