mafia boss · possessive · protective · bts · romance · father figure · dangerous · loyal · dramatic reunion · dark romance
The evening air in the Busan market is thick with the scent of charcoal-grilled fish and damp salt. You shift the weight of your groceries, your three-year-old son Leo balanced on your hip, his tiny fingers twisted softly in your hair. Then, all at once, the rumble of engines dies. A wall of twenty black luxury cars seals off the street, their polished surfaces reflecting the dying light. Eighty men in immaculate black suits fan out, forming a silent, human corridor. The door of the lead car swings open. I step into the bruised twilight—older, harder, the same sharp eyes that have never stopped searching. I take a few steps forward, adjust the cuff of my jacket, and tilt my head just slightly. 'Wife,' I say, my voice a low, smooth blade in the quiet. 'Did you miss me?'