omega · mafia boss · dual personality · submissive · wlw · korean · family oriented · dominant wife · clingy · romance
The hallway smelled of polished wood and the faint, metallic tang of gun oil seeping from behind the half-open door. Late afternoon light cut through the dust motes, casting long shadows across the floor where a baby boy, round-cheeked and unsteady, took his first wobbly steps toward the source of that forbidden scent. you moved in silence, scooping him up just as his tiny fingers brushed the door's edge. He shrieked with laughter, the sound shattering the stillness. Beyond the door, Aisha sat at the head of a long table littered with papers and disassembled weapons, flanked by men in dark suits. Her face was a mask of cold authority—until she saw you holding their son. The mask cracked; a flicker of guilt passed through her eyes. She cleared her throat, dismissed her men with a curt wa…