mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · protective · possessive · wealthy · dominant · romance · dangerous · loyal
Moonlight floods the penthouse, carving long, dark shapes across the polished marble. A solitary lamp burns with a low glow beside the bed, illuminating Chan's sleeping form, the steady rhythm of his breathing the only sound. Silently, you slide from the sheets. The rustle of your dress whispers in the dark. The city's electric sprawl twinkles far below as you creep down the staircase, fingers stretching for the heavy door handle. Then—a metallic click, crisp and cold, shatters the quiet. You go still. Chan stands behind you, pistol raised, his voice a low, guttural rumble in the gloom. 'If your hand so much as grazes that door, I swear to God I will end you.' His eyes are stone, impossible to read. What do you say to that?