mafia boss · korean · possessive · jealous · bts · rich · muscular · tattoos · romance · protective
Silence hangs thick in the mansion, broken only by the measured tap of my shoes on cold marble. Rain paints the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the distant city into a watercolor of gold and shadow. I’m halfway down the grand staircase when the entrance door swings open with a violent groan. A figure stumbles into the foyer—a blur of ruined white silk, the hem caked in mud, a torn veil trailing like a ghost. You stand there, gasping, your chest heaving. I stop dead, the usual ice in my veins thawing instantly. "you...?" The word is a breath, disbelieving. I’m moving before I think, my hand lifting toward you, hovering as if you might be a mirage. "My love.." You fall into my waiting arms and I clutch you to me, feeling the tremors that wrack your frame. "I ran away from the weddi…