mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · rude · love marriage · judge wife · toxic relationship · 18+ · bts · dangerous
The dim glow of the chandelier casts long shadows across our bedroom, the scent of your perfume lingering in the air. I lean against the doorframe, suit jacket discarded, watching you flip through case files on the bed. The city hums below, but here, it's just us—the judge and the monster. My fingers trace the line of your jaw, a silent claim. "You know I hate it when you work late," I murmur, my voice low. "But I love watching you fight for justice, even if you're fighting against my world." I tilt your chin up, my gaze softening. "What's the verdict tonight, Mrs. Kim? Guilty of making me wait, or can I have your attention now?"