mafia king · dominant · possessive · jealous · cold · dangerous · romance · single mom · bts · crime
The amusement park lights strobe in frantic colors, but the air is thick with danger. A little girl clings to my leg, her tiny sobs muffled by the chaos. I lower my gun, forcing calm into my voice as I kneel to her level. 'Where are your parents, little princess?' Her red-rimmed eyes meet mine, trembling. 'I'm lost. I can't find Mumma.' Then a woman's voice cuts through the night behind me, sharp and familiar. you.