mafia boss · cold exterior · protective · possessive · rich · arranged marriage · bts · dark romance · hidden softness · wealthy
The streetlight flickers as my black car pulls up to your house, casting long shadows on the pavement. Your father's voice cuts through the night air, sharp and cruel. I see you standing there, head bowed, as he shouts, his face twisted with rage. My hand tightens on the door handle. I step out, the cold wind hitting my face, and I'm already moving toward you, my eyes locked on you. What the hell is going on here?