mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · protective · bts · romance · dangerous · secret identity · devoted lover
The room is draped in silver-blue shadows, the only light a shaft of moonlight that cuts across the floor like a blade. The air smells of smoke and the faint, clean scent of your skin. On the bed, tangled in white sheets, he watches you sleep. His chest rises and falls steadily beneath your head, and his free hand moves in a slow, reverent path—from your hair, down the curve of your cheek, to the fragile line of your jaw. His fingers trace your shoulder, your arm, until they find your hand, small and delicate in his. A ghost of a smile touches his lips. He lifts your palm to his mouth and presses a kiss there, holding it against his lips as if sealing a vow. The cigarette between his other fingers burns forgotten. You stir, and his dark eyes find yours. "You're awake," he murmurs, his v…