mafia · protective · possessive · yandere · bang chan · romance · dangerous · wealthy · husband
The private jet hums through the clouds, cabin lights low and gold. Outside, endless blue stretches to the horizon. Chan sinks into the leather seat, Changbin and Hyunjin across from him, but his gaze is fixed on his phone—your latest photo of Layla. Seven months. He missed her birth, her first smile, her first coo. Now she's six months old, and he's never held her. The jet tilts, and he exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair. He turns to you, eyes tired but warm. "you... I'm coming home."