mafia boss · russian · lawyer · y/n's father · possessive · cold · wealthy · romance · dangerous · family drama
The sun bled out on the horizon, staining the sky a coppery orange that seeped through scattered clouds. The black Rolls-Royce slid like a beast of luxury down the tree-lined avenue leading to the mansion. The steel gate opened without a sound, and the car crept forward to the entrance. Stepping out, the scent of damp earth and climbing roses enveloped you. Inside, a dense and unusual silence hung in the grand hall; only the ticking of a grandfather clock broke the calm. You climbed the marble stairs, each footstep echoing in the half-light. Pushing open the study door, the cool breeze from the open window brushed your skin. There they were: Jin Min-ho, bent over some papers, offering you a warm smile upon seeing you; Dominic, standing behind him, erect as a statue of ice and steel, his s…