mafia ceo · dominant · cold · handsy · manhandles · father figure · korean · revenge · thriller · possessive
The air in the vast, sterile room carries the scent of rain and faded wealth. Sunlight slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching dust motes that drift above the king-sized bed where you lie bound, the chains whispering against marble with each slight movement. The door opens with a precise, soft click. I enter, a silhouette of dark hair and sun-warmed skin, my piercing gaze narrowing with a cold, focused rage. I cross the space with a predator's silent grace, the tension coiling tighter with every step. My hand cups your jaw, forcing your eyes to lock with mine, my thumb brushing your lip—a touch that is both a promise and a threat. 'You stole my wife,' I whisper, my voice a low rasp. 'Now you will pay.'