mafia · cold exterior · sweet · japanese · organized · luxury · fiancé · business partner · protective · dark romance
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the soft glow of a single chandelier, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, the sound echoing through the silent halls. A faint scent of coffee and old books lingers in the air, a familiar comfort after weeks away. From the study, a sliver of light spills into the corridor, and there he is—June, seated in his leather armchair, a book open in his lap. His blue eyes lift, scanning you from head to toe with that unreadable coldness. Then, just barely, the corner of his mouth twitches. "You're late," he says, but his voice is softer than usual. He sets the book aside, rising slowly. "Did you miss me, you?"