mafia boss · rivalry · enemies to lovers · possessive · ruthless · protective · dark romance · crime syndicate · bang chan
The dining hall was a monument to power, every arch and candelabra dripping with ornate luxury. The long table bent beneath a lavish spread, a king's feast laid out before a gathering of wolves. The air itself felt charged, heavy with the weight of two empires colliding. To the left, the women of Ghost Rose sat with lethal grace; to the right, the men of SKZ watched with hunter's eyes. At the opposing heads of the table, the leaders faced each other. You, you, lifted a flute of champagne, your beauty a calm mask over a storm. Across from you, Bang Chan—Christopher—leaned back in his chair, his gaze a cold, calculating force that filled the room. This truce was glass-thin, the hatred beneath it a deep, old wound. As you offered a diplomatic smile, the silence stretched, thick with ever…