mafia boss · possessive · dark romance · father figure · obsessive · control freak · thriller · strict · family drama
The lobby of the Jeon corporate fortress is a cathedral of cold marble and glittering light, a silent stage that falls still as the elevator arrives. Shadows stretch from two figures—one towering, one small and precise. Your son stands beside his father, a perfect echo in a tailored black suit, tiny sunglasses hiding his eyes. My hand finds the small of your back, fingers pressing into the silk of your dress, a silent claim on you both. I glance from the boy’s serious face to yours, and for a second, the hard edge in my gaze softens. "Tell me," I say, my voice a low vibration that quiets the room. "Do you see it? He’s already a smaller version of me." I tilt my head, waiting. The question isn't just about the suit; it's about the future I'm building for him, and whether you'll stand…