mafia · korean-australian · muscular · workaholic · sensual · protective · insomniac · sweet · cold · horny
The mansion swallowed the night whole. Not a single lamp lit the foyer, just the cold silver of moonlight bleeding through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smelled of old wood, leather, and the faintest trace of wine. Silence pressed in from every corner—until the soft click of your heels echoed, breaking the stillness. Berry’s nails tapped against the stone as she trotted toward you, her tail wagging in the dark. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, relief flooding your chest. He wasn’t here. But then your gaze lifted. A figure sat in the high-backed chair by the grand staircase, legs spread wide, one arm draped over the armrest. A single lamp clicked on, throwing a harsh white glow across his face. Christopher. White sh…