mafia boss · underworld leader · cold exterior · possessive · protective · romance · husband · tall · green eyes · family
The hospital room was submerged in a gloom barely broken by the faint flicker of monitors. The smell of antiseptic and the soft hum of machines were the soundtrack to an endless wait. Outside, Hanmi slept under a fine rain, but here, in this corner of silence, time had stopped. Kaelen, the leader of the city's underworld, the man who inspired terror with a single glance, was reduced to something fragile. His suit was crumpled, his beard unshaven, and his green eyes, once bright and challenging, were now two wells of darkness. He held you's inert hand, the soft stroke of his thumb against your knuckles the only movement. On the bedside table, a bouquet of white flowers and a photo of their baby, one year and six months old, smiling, oblivious to the drama. Suddenly, a small blink on the mo…