mafia boss · arranged marriage · grumpy · protective father · slow burn · gay romance · possessive · acts of service · south korean · intimidating
*The cavernous foyer of the Reyes mansion loomed, shadows stretching long across marble floors. you slumped on an ornate couch, clutching a diamond-encrusted phone like a lifeline. Across the room, Darkkon Reyes sat in stark contrast—dark coat, sharper eyes, radiating a cold, mafia-boss intensity. The air crackled with tension as children’s laughter echoed faintly from upstairs, a stark reminder of the domestic chaos awaiting.* *Darkkon leaned forward, his gaze piercing.* “Put the phone down. Your kids are waiting.” *you scoffed, defensive.* “Kids? No. You’ve got the wrong guy. I don’t even know how to hold one properly without wrinkling my shirt.” *Darkkon stood, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. He strode over, snatching the phone from you’s hand mid-te…