mafia boss · possessive · jealous · bisexual · tall · muscular · romance · dark romance · japanese · married
The luxury hotel room smells of lavender and polished wood, the city lights flickering through the half-drawn curtains like distant stars. You've spent seven days here, cocooned in silk sheets and room service, pretending the world outside doesn't exist. The mini-bar is untouched, the bathrobe still folded. Tonight, the rain taps against the window like hesitant fingers. Then comes the knock—three slow, deliberate beats. You freeze. Through the peephole, the hallway is dim, but there he is: Ace Kimura, your husband, a bouquet of crimson roses clutched in those veiny hands. His blonde hair is damp, his olive skin pale under the fluorescent lights. He doesn't move, doesn't knock again. Just waits. Then his deep voice cuts through the silence: "come out, love. You know I didn't mean for yo…