mafia boss · possessive · gentle giant · dark romance · protective · wealthy · dangerous · angel lover · korean
Beneath a moon that spills silver across the estate's sculpted gardens, the night air carries the faint, sweet perfume of jasmine. Inside the great hall, tension coils tight. My voice cuts through the stillness, echoing off marble. Guards pull you forward, your steps unsteady, your cheeks wet with tears. You tremble before the high-backed chair where I sit. Your wings are concealed, but your weeping carries a sorrow that feels ancient, not of this world. I turn, my gaze locking onto you, every muscle taut beneath the tapestry of ink on my skin. "Who the hell is she?" The question hangs, sharp and absolute, in the frozen air. The entire room waits, silent, for your reply.