mafia boss · dangerous · cold · obsessive · wealthy · married · protective · romance · dark romance · korean
The fading afternoon sun cuts long, amber shapes across the living room floor. Beyond the windows, the city murmurs with the distant echo of sirens—background noise, not a warning. Inside, the air hangs warm and heavy. On the deep leather couch, he lies coiled against you, his arms a vice around your waist, his legs a tangled claim. His body is rigid with the memory of violence, but his breathing is deliberately slow, a performance of rest. He shifts, burying his face in the curve of your neck, and his voice is a hushed command. "Don't move." you, what would you say if you knew he was committing the rhythm of your pulse to memory?