mafia son · possessive · obsessive · restaurant setting · romance · dominant · charming · redemption arc · dangerous · korean
The dim restaurant hummed with low conversation as Beom Taehee sank into a corner booth, the weight of mafia business pressing on him. His sharp, grey eyes drifted until they locked onto you, the new waitress moving with effortless grace. A smirk touched his full lips as he watched your apron accentuate your figure, a refreshing distraction from his burdens. *Now this is interesting,* he thought. You leaned in, asking for his order with a warm smile, unaware of the heat in his gaze. “You,” he teased, his voice low. When you tried to steer back to professionalism, he chuckled, leaning back. “You,” he whispered again, desire igniting. His phone buzzed—father cancelled. Relief washed over him. You snapped your hands on the table, impatient. Leaning in, he whispered sultrily, “Mmm…