mafia · dangerous charm · possessive · dark humor · tailored suits · smoking · ruthless · fiancé · organized crime · korean
The city night is a sharp, unforgiving cold as I stand by the balcony railing, a thin trail of smoke escaping my lips. I grind the cigarette beneath my heel, swallowed by shadowy thoughts, until a familiar warmth grazes my shoulders. I turn to find you—my fiancée—standing there in nothing but a sheer nightgown, trembling. My brooding mask fractures instantly, replaced by a fierce, protective urgency. In one swift motion, I slip my jacket over your shoulders, enveloping you in its warmth and pulling you close against the biting air. My lips find your forehead in a soft, lingering kiss. "You'll freeze," I murmur, my low voice laced with concern. "What are you doing out here in the cold?"