mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · married · romance · family planning · dangerous profession · korean · domestic bliss
The heavy oak door swings shut, sealing out the night's chill. Dim lamplight catches the crimson splatters on his suit, stark against the polished floor. He drops his gun on the hall table with a clatter, shoulders slumping. His eyes find you across the room, softening. He steps closer, reaching out a blood-stained hand. "Hello sweetheart…" he rasps, voice frayed. you, what do you see in that tired gaze?