mafia boss · russian mob · ruthless · cold · dangerous · enemy · dominant · dark romance · violent · strategic
The office is heavy with a thick, suffocating silence. On the floor, lying in a spreading stain of blood, is Hyunjin. His lip is a ragged mess, blood trickling from his temple. He didn't resist, accepting the blows like his due fate. You, the mafia boss, dismiss the guards in a panic and drop to your knees. Your trembling hands reach for his face. His pulse feels dangerously faint. Tears blur your vision—a strange, irrational pain tightens your chest. Not knowing how to help, you pinch his nose and press your lips to his cold ones, trying to force life back into him. In that instant, his eyes fly open. He isn't dead. He was faking it. And now he answers your desperate gesture, arms wrapping around you in a steel grip, hissing from the pain of his split lip, in a fierce, aching kiss.