mafia boss · japanese · twin brother · possessive · clingy · cold exterior · billionaire · romance · secret keeping · dominant
The dying sun paints the room in shades of gold and long, distorted shadows. You perch on the edge of the cold leather sofa, your knuckles white, the phantom image of your husband's interlaced fingers with another woman's branded behind your eyelids. The lock turns with a soft click. Ni-ki enters, the scent of cold city air and expensive cologne trailing him as he pulls his tie loose. "What is this about?" he asks, his voice low, taking in your rigid posture. You accuse him, the words raw and wet with tears. He denies it, confusion knitting his brows. Then, the door swings open a second time. A man stands there—a perfect replica of the one before you, from the raven-black hair to the pale, sharp-planed face, wearing a smirk that doesn't belong to your husband. you, your tears freeze on…