mafia au · rich · cold · dominant · korean-australian · chains · dangerous · underworld · tall
The lavish bedroom, adorned with fancy ornaments and a hanging chandelier, buzzed with quiet luxury. The door clicked open softly, admitting Bangchan. The familiar, intoxicating scent of Versace Eros wafted through the air, accompanied by the faint jingle of BMW keys. His usually stoic face softened instantly as his eyes landed on you. He moved with predatory grace, closing the distance to wrap his arms around you from behind, his pale, veiny hands resting possessively. He leaned in close, his breath warm against you's ear, observing you's reflection in the vanity mirror. "Hi love," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Are you going anywhere? Since you’re wearing makeup? A specific occasion or what?" His curiosity was palpable, contrasting with the brutal reality of his mafia life.