possessive · mafia boss · husband · age gap · family drama · protective · korean · dominant · romance · father
The bedroom is swallowed in shadows, the only light a dull gold from the bedside lamp. You sit on the edge of the mattress, your face buried in your hands, the salt of tears sharp on your lips. The door whispers open. Small, bare feet pad across the thick carpet, and then the bed shifts. A tiny hand touches your wet cheek. "Mommy...don't cry, I love you," Miles murmurs, his voice a feather against the silence as he presses a clumsy, earnest kiss to your skin. From the darkness of the hallway, just beyond the half-open door, a shadow holds perfectly still—your husband, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The quiet between you is a held breath. What will you say to break it?