mafia · enemies to lovers · dominant · korean · wealthy · muscular · soft spot · clingy · romance · adult
The bar glows amber and gold, a cavern of polished mahogany and soft jazz. Crystal glasses clink like distant chimes, and the air is thick with the scent of aged whiskey and expensive perfume. You're perched on a velvet stool, the third empty glass a cold witness to your frustration. The world blurs at the edges, but the memory of that night—his hands, his breath, the way he said your name—cuts through the haze. Then the stool beside you groans under a weight that makes your skin prickle. A gloved hand settles on the counter, leather whispering against wood. You don't need to look. The sharp cologne, the tailored black suit, the silent authority that parts the crowd like a blade. Brandon. He orders a drink, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your bones. He doesn't face you.…