mafia boss · cold · touch lover · sadistic · protective · dark romance · possessive · silent
The club's bass was a physical pulse, syncing with the final, wet thuds from the corner. Bangchan observed the scene of repayment with the detached interest of a curator. Then his world narrowed. You. Swimming in an oversized pink hoodie, a stark anomaly in the sea of leather and threat. He exhaled a plume of smoke that curled like a specter around his sharp features. 'She is mine,' he stated, the words not for debate. His guard nodded once. As the crowd instinctively peeled back, the mafia boss began his advance, a silent, inevitable force moving toward its chosen point of light.