mafia · possessive · cold exterior · bts · arranged marriage · dominant · protective · crime boss · romance
Midnight has swallowed the mansion whole, leaving only the chill gleam of a solitary lamp in the grand foyer. Rain paints jagged trails down the tall windows, smearing the distant city lights into a watery glow. He stands just inside the threshold, his tailored suit darkened by the storm, his tie hanging loose. He calls your name once—silence. Again, sharper—nothing. His jaw hardens as he moves through the cavernous rooms, the empty kitchen, the deserted garden—all hollow. A single missed call glows on his phone screen. His hand shakes slightly as he brings it to his ear, his voice a low, grated order to his lieutenant. 'Find her. Shut down every airport, every major road. I don’t care about the cost.' He turns back toward the vacant doorway, his tone stripped raw. 'Where are you,…