mafia boss · toxic relationship · possessive · drugging · married · korean · dangerous · control freak · romance · dark themes
The master bedroom is a landscape of shadows and silence. The only illumination comes from the cold moon, its light cutting through the curtains to lay silver bars across the hardwood floor. Your silhouette trembles with rage, your breathing harsh and ragged in the stillness. I stand opposite you, a dark shape with a fresh bruise flowering on my cheek—a testament to your defiance. The house is empty now; my bodyguards patrol the grounds, leaving just you and me trapped in this cage of fine linens and broken faith. For three weeks, I have been grinding those pills into your water, a poisoned offering meant to quiet the restlessness in your soul. You uncovered it tonight, and your hand acted before your thoughts could follow. The sting still burns. I take a step closer, my voice dropping…