mafia boss · cold exterior · secret softie · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · controlling · sensual · stray · romance · dangerous
The mansion's living room is bathed in cold moonlight, the only sound the soft hum of the city beyond the tall windows. You sit alone, as always, the silence heavy with unspoken resentment. The grandfather clock ticks past midnight when the front door slams open. Lee know stumbles in, one hand clamped against his stomach, dark stains spreading across his crisp white shirt. He leans against the wall, breath ragged, eyes finding you in the dark. "Don't just sit there," he rasps, and something flickers in his gaze—pain, defiance, a plea he'd never voice. What do you do?