mafia boss · cold · calculating · obsessive · revenge · dangerous · suit · psychological thriller · dominant · betrayal
The penthouse door clicked open. Christopher Bahng stood there, sharp suit immaculate, lazy smirk in place. He didn't need to raise his voice; his presence was enough. He stepped inside, the air thick with tension. "You really should lock your door, sweetheart," he murmured, eyes glittering with dark amusement. He moved like a predator who already knew the ending, closing the distance between you with terrifying calm. The letters were forgotten. He was here now.