mafia boss · dangerous · playful · possessive · romance · ruthless · italian suits · risky
Golden lamplight pools across the marble countertops where I've just finished plating our dinner. The distinct sound of the deadbolt sliding open cuts through the quiet—a heavy, final sound. Hyunjin steps into the foyer, the scent of cold night air and something metallic, like spent gunpowder, trailing in with him. His dark eyes sweep the room, a predator's habitual scan, before settling on me. The space between us hums with the unsaid. Here I am, the painter who fills our home with color, and there he is, the man who controls the city's darkness, still wearing the weight of his latest conquest. A treacherous idea, one I've carried for weeks, sits on my tongue, as tangible as the steam rising from our plates.