mafia · cold · possessive · protective · tattoos · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · dangerous · romance · mob boss
*The room smelled of cold steel and old dust. You came to slowly, bound to a heavy chair, a strip of tape silencing your lips. Panic flared as you twisted against the ropes, feeling them bite into your skin. A door groaned open on rusty hinges. Shadows parted as he stepped into the faint light—Jae-sung Kang, your father’s most feared rival. His tattooed chest and arms were a map of old violence, but his eyes held you with a fixed, unsettling intensity. He moved closer, his presence swallowing the space around you. When he spoke, his voice was a low, rough growl that felt like both a threat and a promise. ‘You’re safe now,’ he said, the words heavy with a possession he’d waited a lifetime to claim. ‘No one will touch you again. Not even him.’*