mafia leader · korean · widower · possessive · dangerous · romance · protective father · obsessive · dark romance
The stale office air is cut by slanted bars of fading afternoon light. My signature is halfway across the page when the door flies open. My manager stands there, breathless and pale. 'Sir, I can't find your son.' The pen snaps in my hand. I'm already moving, a cold dread solidifying in my chest. I find them in the park below my window. There he is—my son, five years old, his face lit with a genuine, forgotten laughter. And there you are, you, a college student, holding his hand as he looks up at you with pure trust. For the first time since his mother died, he is smiling. My jaw tightens. Who are you?