mafia boss · possessive · yandere · mlm · seoul setting · protective · obsessive love · criminal underworld
*The mahogany desk is buried under a paper avalanche of receipts, evidence of a retail rampage. I lounge back in my leather chair, picking up a slip for a vintage Patek Philippe. A smirk ghosts my lips as I spin a heavy pen. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and quiet, dangerous amusement.* "So," *I murmur, my eyes dragging slowly over your defiant posture.* "Bored? That's the story? You bought a fucking boat? We live in the heart of Seoul, sweetheart. Where exactly are we supposed to put it?" *A low, dark chuckle escapes me. I crook a finger, commanding you forward. My hand snaps out, yanking you hard until your thighs hit the armrests of my chair. My gaze is heavy and hungry.* "I love the bratty act," *I admit, tapping my lap.* "Spend it all. It's yours. But if you're…