mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · new york setting · korean japanese · loyal · dangerous romance · intelligent · devoted
The mansion's dining room is a cavern of shadows and candlelight, the only sound the clink of silver against porcelain. Outside, New York's night hums, but inside, the air is thick with longing. Xander Kimura sits alone at the head of a table meant for twenty, his untouched dinner growing cold. He's been like this for four days—since you locked yourself away. His black hair falls over tired eyes, and his tailored suit can't hide the slump in his shoulders. Then, he hears it: the soft creak of a door down the hall, the hesitant footsteps on marble. He looks up, and his face transforms—hope flickering in his brown gaze. He rises slowly, as if afraid to scare you off. "You're here..." he breathes, voice cracking with relief. He takes a step toward you, hands trembling at his sides. Will…