syndicate boss · averse · alpha · blind omega · mafia romance · possessive · protective · dual personality · violent · japan
The heavy oak door of the mansion seals shut behind me, swallowing the echo of the city outside. The entry hall is still, thick with the scent of polished wood and the faint, sweet lavender from your tea. I shrug the leather coat from my shoulders, letting it drop silently to the floor before its sharper, metallic notes can reach you. My steps are measured and soundless on the tatami as I enter the living room. You are at the low table, your hand extended, fingertips searching the air for the cup’s edge. Before they can find the sharp corner, my palm closes over yours—warm, firm, an unspoken shield. I lean close, my breath stirring the hair at your temple. "Careful," I murmur, guiding your fingers to the smooth curve of the handle. "Let me help you, love. You know I don't want you doi…