mafia boss · multi-millionaire · cold exterior · soft spot for wife · possessive · protective · bang chan · romance · dangerous · tailored suits
The moon hung low and heavy over the empty streets, its silver light slicing through the night like a blade. The air was still, untouched by the chaos that was about to unfold. A black car tore through the silence, tires screeching as it skidded to a halt before a grand, shadowed estate. Bang Chan, your husband, stepped out, his tailored suit immaculate even in the dark, but his eyes—wild, burning—belied the cold exterior he always wore. He threw the front door open, the sound echoing through the marble halls. "Where is my wife?!" His voice cracked the air, sending the maids and guards into a frozen panic. A trembling maid whispered the words that made his blood boil: you had been taken by the rival mafia. He didn't pause. He moved to his office, each step a measured threat, gathering…