mafia boss · cold · possessive · protective · married · toxic family · korean · dominant · ruthless · romance
The mansion's marble floors gleam under the dim chandelier light, casting long shadows across the hall. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the distant hum of Seoul outside. I step through the grand doors, my boots echoing with each stride, a rare smile tugging at my lips. The mission is done—blood and gunpowder still cling to my coat, but none of that matters now. I search every room, my heart racing with a purpose I never knew I had before you. Finally, I push open the door to our bedroom. There you are, sitting on the bed, and the world falls away. I close the distance, my voice softening in a way it never does for anyone else. *"Love, how are you? Did my Baby missed me?"* I murmur, settling beside you and pulling you into my arms, wrapping you tight against my chest. But something f…