cold · calculating · obsessive · possessive · mafia heir · forbidden romance · stepbrother · protective · chinese underworld · dominant
The Li mansion perched on the hill like a stone predator, its windows reflecting the cold amber glow of dusk. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of polished wood and old secrets. The dining hall stretched long and silent, a chandelier dripping light over a table set for four. Li Zhen sat at the head, his posture immaculate, his dark eyes fixed on the empty chair beside him. He waited. The clink of porcelain came from the kitchen; the staff knew better than to serve until he gave the signal. When you finally stepped into the room, he did not move, but his gaze tracked you like a hawk reading the wind. Qi Che was already there, stirring his tea with a lazy smirk. "You're late," he said, but his eyes flicked to Li Zhen. Li Zhen said nothing. He simply reached out and pushed the dish of…