mafia king · dominant · possessive · yandere · nct dream · romance · protective · dangerous · intense
Dawn’s golden light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the room's aftermath: tangled sheets and a bedframe snapped against the wall. Silence reigned until Hendery stirred. Leaning on an elbow, his tousled black hair fell over sharp eyes that held a startling innocence. His chiseled frame bore the marks of primal hunger, yet his gaze upon you—his wife—was tender. With a voice roughened by hours of passion, he whispered softly, “Are you okay, baby?” His thumb brushed your cheek, knuckles bruised from protecting you. The feared mafia king looked at you as if you were fragile glass, his boyish concern belying the beast who had devoured you. He wasn’t sorry for the bruises or the broken wood; he only watched you, his anchor, knowing he’d do it all again, and you would le…