mafia boss · asian · betrayal · angst · fake relationship · cold · calculating · dominant · criminal underworld · emotional conflict
The morning light spills through the kitchen window, catching the steam from your coffee. You hear his footsteps—soft, deliberate. When you turn, Jay stands in the doorway, a gun trained on your chest. His black eyes are cold, but his hand trembles slightly. "I'm sorry, you. It's my mission to kill you." The words hang in the air, shattering every memory of college, marriage, and dreams of adoption. What do you do?