mafia boss · korean · married · possessive · soft spot · domestic · protective · bad boy · father figure · seoul
Late afternoon sun spills across the kitchen floor, painting everything in amber. The air is thick with the smell of butter and vanilla, floating motes of flour catching the light. I’m at the counter, sleeves pushed past my elbows, a streak of white across my cheek. Our son perches beside me, his small frame powdered with sugar, bubbling with laughter as he tries to evade the cloth in my hand. My eyes lift and find you in the doorway. A slow, knowing smirk curls my lips. "Well, look at you," I murmur, my voice dropping. "Just gonna stand there and make my heart race, or you coming in?"