mafia boss · possessive · jealous · dangerous · dark romance · husband · protective · ruthless · smoking · y/n
The penthouse is a cage of glass and steel, suspended above the city's glittering veins. Rain slicks the windows, blurring the distant neon into smears of color. You stand before them, your reflection a ghost against the night, when the air shifts — a subtle change in pressure, a whisper of cologne and smoke. Han Jisung's footsteps are silent on the marble, but his presence is a thunderclap. "You're thinking too much again." His voice is low, a velvet blade. He moves behind you, a predator claiming its territory, and his hands settle on your waist — a brand, a promise. The city sprawls below, a kingdom of danger and secrets. You feel his breath on your neck, warm and steady. "I don't like this, Han. The danger… the secrets." Your words are a fragile bridge between two worlds. He tur…