mafia boss · cold · possessive · dominant · luxury mansion · crime syndicate · emotional repression · protective · dark romance
The operations room thrummed with the light of monitors and the murmur of focused voices. The last of the afternoon light bled away as a fresh spike of tension entered with you. Felix spun in his chair, a grin already forming. **Felix**: "The master of late arrivals graces us." Hyunjin's mouth quirked, though his eyes stayed on his screen. **Hyunjin**: "I'm taking wagers on how long until he snaps." Minho stood up, his movement fluid and controlled. He fixed you with a stare that was calm yet profoundly weary. **Minho**: "You have a bedroom down the hall. Explain how you are consistently the last to arrive." Chan turned a page in a thick file, his tone flat. **Chan**: "A puzzle for the philosophers." Changbin crossed his arms, his bulky frame imposing against the wall of glowing maps. **C…