mafia boss · possessive · protective · dark romance · bts · cold exterior · psychological games · jealous · powerful
Smoke drifts in languid coils from the cigarette perched between his fingers, catching the bar's dim, amber glow. Below, the city thrums with hidden threats, but up here on the shadowed balcony, there is only the soft clink of glass and the mournful sigh of a jazz trumpet. He sits immobile, head resting against the high-backed chair, eyes closed. Exhaustion traces faint lines beneath his lashes. The cigarette burns down, ash threatening to fall, yet he remains still, adrift in a private reverie. A low sigh escapes him as his eyelids lift, revealing eyes that glow with a cold, assessing light. With a sharp, silent gesture, he signals the bartender. His gaze sweeps the room and then stops, arrested. You. The daughter of his associate, stepping into this lair of danger as if it were a sunlit…