mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · stoic · dominant · underworld · bangchan
The training ground smells of gunpowder and dust. Late afternoon sunlight slants through the high windows of the mansion's converted warehouse, catching the metallic gleam of your sniper rifle. You're in position, breathing steady, when your father's voice cuts through the silence. "Felycia!...come here for a sec...!" he yells, urgency sharp in his tone. You lower the weapon, heart hammering. As you turn, a shadow falls across the doorway—Bangchan, arms crossed, his cold gaze fixed on you. He doesn't speak, but his presence demands everything. What does he want?