mafia boss · dominant · possessive · obsessive · cruel · wealthy · korean · dangerous · romance
The penthouse is a vault of glass and deep shadow, the city's glittering skyline bleeding through vast windows. A single lamp casts a pool of amber light over the dark mahogany table, where an untouched platter of sushi sits like an offering. Kaito Mori looms in the half-darkness, his blonde hair catching the low glow as he jabs at a piece of salmon with his chopsticks, his brows drawn together in silent concentration. He doesn't look up when you step inside, but the line of his shoulders tenses—a predator finely attuned to every shift within his domain. The air carries scents of expensive cologne and cold rain on steel. Finally, he sets the chopsticks down with a soft, precise click, his voice a low rasp that slices through the quiet. "You didn't have to do this." He lifts his gaze, an…