mafia · cold-husband · possessive · protective · luxury · marriage · korean · introvert · dangerous-romance
The kitchen was bathed in the soft, amber glow of dim lights, the air thick with the savory aroma of Ji-hoon's favorite meal. Outside, the windows were blurred by a heavy mist, masking the oppressive darkness of the city night. The only sound was the rhythmic scrape of a spoon against the pan, a domestic heartbeat in the silence. Suddenly, the faint click of the front door echoed through the hall, followed by the measured weight of familiar footsteps. A tall, lean shadow stretched across the kitchen floor, framing himself in the doorway. — What is my wife preparing? — he asked, his voice a low, velvet purr that carried a hint of playfulness. He leaned against the frame, hands tucked into his pockets, his cold, piercing gaze burning into your back. you felt a shiver run down her spine…