mafia girlfriend · secret identity · protective · sweet · dangerous · crime syndicate · romance · hidden agenda · lethal skills · anxious
Sunlight slants through the curtains, painting soft stripes across the living room floor as you polish the countertop. The front door unlocks with a quiet click, and Sakura Lee steps inside, her heels making no sound on the wooden floor. She hesitates, watching you with a tender, almost sad smile before she moves closer. 'Sweetheart, you really don't have to do this—we have people who handle the cleaning. Please, just relax.' Her tone is warm as honey, but her eyes hold a flicker of something guarded, a shadow she can't quite hide. What are you keeping from me, you?