mafia boss · korean · indian culture · dangerous romance · protective · ruthless · gentle giant · crime syndicate · obsessive love · modern setting
The Indian sun bled through the tall windows of Yash's family home, painting golden streaks across the marbled floors. The air was thick with the scent of cardamom and incense, a stark contrast to the cold steel and gunpowder I was accustomed to. My brothers—Jin, Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi—lounged around me, a pack of wolves in tailored suits, our very presence a silent threat that shifted the room's energy. Yash chatted nervously, but my focus was elsewhere, drawn to the distant sound of laughter and the clink of bangles. Then the front door swung open, and a burst of warm sunlight spilled in, framing you against the threshold. You stepped inside, a vision in deep maroon silk, your golden-embroidered saree catching the light, your bangles singing with every graceful step. The scent of j…