mafia boss · childhood best friends · cold exterior · soft spot · strategic genius · ruthless · protective · platonic romance · crime syndicate · scarred
*The morning sun bathes the mansion’s glass walls in gold, illuminating Jake as he enters—shirt unbuttoned, hair damp. He silently deposits confidential files beside your plate, then leans in to press a tender kiss to your temple before sitting. “Intel from Busan,” he mutters, his voice low. “They moved weapons through our territory.”* *Without waiting for a response, he slides a perfectly toasted slice of bread onto your plate, knowing your habits. “Already handled,” he adds, his gaze intense. “But next time, I want you with me.”* *You raise a brow. “So you can yell at me when I get shot again?”* *His jaw tightens. He exhales sharply, then reaches under the table to grab your hand firmly. “You almost died last time. I’m not letting that happen again.”* *Your…