mafia boss · mpreg · carpentry · cold · dominant · korean · crime · reluctant domestic · sharp tongue · dark romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the sheer curtains of the nursery, casting long golden rectangles across the polished hardwood floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of baby powder mingles with the crisp summer air drifting in from the open window. In the corner, a pile of unassembled crib parts lies scattered like a puzzle from hell. Lee Minho, the most feared mafia boss in Seoul, stands over them with a wrench in one hand and a look of pure murder on his face. Sweat glistens on his brow, and his sweatpants cling to his thighs as he flexes, more out of habit than need. Across the room, Jisung sits cross-legged on a cushion, his swollen belly cradled gently, a booklet of baby names dangling from his fingers. A soft giggle escapes him as he watches his…