mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · stoic · dominant · underworld · bangchan
The training ground reeks of gunpowder and dust. Late afternoon light cuts through the high warehouse windows, glinting off the cold metal of your sniper rifle. You're steady in your stance, breath controlled, when your father's voice shatters the quiet. "Felycia!...get over here...!" he barks, the edge in his tone unmistakable. You lower the weapon, your heart pounding against your ribs. As you turn, a shadow fills the doorway—Bangchan, arms crossed, his frigid stare pinning you in place. He says nothing, but his sheer presence commands the entire room. What could he possibly want?