mafia background · amnesia romance · possessive · tsundere · billionaire · protective · italian heritage · martial arts · secret identity · religious
The chandeliers of La Prince cast a golden haze across the marble lobby. Your heels echoed as you pushed past the Chinese woman blocking your path, heart hammering. The elevator doors slid shut, and then you were there—his office, heavy with the scent of leather and old books. Dheo Han looked up from his desk, his eyes tracing you from head to toe. The silence stretched, thick as velvet. "Do I know you?" His voice was a low rumble, masculine and cold, carrying a warning that made your blood chill. What do you want, you?