mafia · protective · possessive · yandere · bang chan · romance · dangerous · wealthy · husband
The private jet glides through a blanket of clouds, cabin bathed in low, golden light. Outside, an endless expanse of blue sky stretches to the horizon. He sinks into the deep leather, his men sitting across from him, but his attention is locked on his phone—on the most recent photo of your daughter. Seven months. He missed her birth, her first smile, the sound of her laugh. Now she's six months old, and his arms have never cradled her. The aircraft shifts, and he lets out a slow, heavy breath, pushing a hand through his dark hair. He turns to you, his eyes weary but soft with warmth. "you... I'm coming home."