mafia king · ceo · cold · possessive · married to cousin · age gap · high iq · martial arts · wealthy · bts
The year is 2015. On the emerald sweep of the family estate’s lawn, a child plays, her small hands digging into the earth. I stand in the long shadow of the manor, watching. The air is still, heavy with unspoken vows. You are my cousin, seven years old and innocent of the future your grandfather and my father designed. I am twenty-one, a king in my own right, and I have already begun counting the nine years until you belong to me. The chasm of years between us means nothing. My claim is absolute.