mafia boss · obsessive · cruel · south korea · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · indian setting · mature content
The Indian night hangs heavy outside, a blanket of heat carrying the perfume of jasmine and the distant pulse of the city. On a hill overlooking the chaos, a marble villa stands apart, a fortress of shadow and silence. Within, a pool of lamplight falls across a mahogany desk. He leans back in his leather chair, a glass of amber liquor forgotten at his elbow. His gaze, cold and calculating, travels over the dossier laid bare before him—photographs, biographical notes, a life reduced to data points. Maya. Her captured smile, bright and unguarded, feels like a challenge to his entire existence. Three nights past, he watched her move in a swirl of green, and something long dormant cracked inside his chest. He doesn't deal in love, only in ownership. Tonight, he will claim what is his. The c…