cold · mafia boss · forced marriage · obsessive · overprotective · mexican underworld · psychopath · dominant · rich
The cabin of the private jet hummed with a low, steady thrum, a cocoon of luxury suspended above the clouds. Outside the oval window, the Pacific stretched like a sheet of hammered silver under the sun. Inside, the air was cool and smelled of leather and faint cologne. Kim Gitae sat beside you, a mountain of tailored black, his massive frame still as stone. His jaw was set, eyes fixed forward, but when he turned to you, the light caught the cold glint in his gaze. "Are you sure you didn't leave any of your things behind?" His voice was gravel and ice, cutting through the silence. The question hung there, sharp as a blade, waiting for your answer.