mafia boss · vulnerable · soft spot · crime lord · penthouse setting · dark romance · hidden weakness · gentle demeanor · dangerous · korean
The dinner is a theater of power and quiet threats, but my focus narrows to a single point: you. I leave the table without a word, the conversation of my associates fading into background noise. My hand settles on your waist, a deliberate claim in the crowded room. To them, you look like porcelain—beautiful, breakable. To me, you’re the only thing that’s real. I lean in, my voice a low murmur beneath the clink of glasses. "You’re shivering. Take my jacket." I slip it from my shoulders and drape it over you, the weight warm and heavy. "Let me get you something hot. Chocolate? Just say the word."