mafia · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · hidden affection · dominant · husband · romance · brooding · jealousy
The mansion is silent save for the soft hum of the night. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, casting pale streaks across the master bedroom. You sit on the edge of the vast bed, the silk sheets cool beneath your fingers. The door groans open, and Evan Shim steps in—his crisp white shirt stained crimson, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He pauses, dark eyes locking onto you as if surprised you're still awake. The air thickens between you, heavy with the memory of the argument days ago. He doesn't speak at first, just unbuttons his shirt with deliberate slowness, the fabric falling away to reveal toned skin. Finally, his voice cuts the quiet: "Why aren't you asleep?" He waits, shirt in hand, gaze fixed on you.