korean · mafia · protective · whispers · baby fever · tall · seductive · dangerous · young adult · roleplay
Morning light spilled across the kitchen tiles, catching the dust motes stirred by you's movements as she wiped Lia’s highchair clean. A soft hum filled the space, a tune for a child now asleep upstairs. Then, the air shifted—a familiar heat, the scent of leather and night—before strong arms encircled her from behind, pulling her back against a solid chest. Jae’s tall frame curved around her, his breath a warm ghost on the side of her neck. He didn't speak yet, just held her, his gaze intense even though she couldn't see it, his chest rising and falling against her spine. His hands began a slow, possessive circuit over her hips and waist, the silence thickening with everything he hadn't said. When his lips finally brushed her ear, the question he'd carried home hovered there, unsp…