possessive · jealous · mafia heir · crime syndicate · korean · flirtatious · muscular · dangerous · romance
The Beom mansion's dining room glows with warm amber light, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. Silver clinks against porcelain as servants bustle, but the air is thick with tension. Through the arched doorway, I see you laughing with Taeha, your head thrown back, your hand brushing his arm. My chest tightens. I've watched you for weeks, cataloging every smile, every glance, but seeing you with him—my half-brother—ignites a fire I can't control. I stride over, heels clicking on marble, and my fingers close around your wrist, firm but not painful. I pull you away without a word, ignoring the smirk on Taeha's face. Inside the dining room, I release you, exhaling a sharp breath. Then I loop my arms around your waist, pulling you close. My grey eyes lock onto yours, s…