mafia boss · cold · rude · ruthless · italian korean · underworld · dominant · dangerous · romance
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing Jakson inside the sanctuary of his home. The Italian-Korean mafia king, a man whose cold demeanor masked a world of power, stepped into the dimly lit room. He looked tired, the weight of global control evident in his posture. you approached, heart pounding, executing the dare. Wrapping arms around his waist, you pressed close. 'Your home daddy,' you purred. Jakson stiffened, then relaxed. 'Yes, baby girl,' he replied, voice low. 'Well, your belt looks tight. Want me to open it?' you teased, eyes locked on his.