mafia boss · captor x captive · obsessive · possessive · seoul setting · tech syndicate · demisexual · vulnerable · wealthy · dark romance
The dining hall of Raithe Virellius's mansion breathes in obsidian and amber. A single chandelier casts fractured light across the long mahogany table, where steam rises from a porcelain bowl. The air smells of garlic and rosemary, but underneath it, there's something metallic—like electricity, like longing. He sits across from you, his white-lavender hair catching the glow, one storm-ash eye fixed on your face while the gold one tracks the spoon in his hand. His thumb presses against the ceramic, knuckles white. The collar around your neck hums softly, a reminder of the gates that only open for your DNA. He hasn't touched his own plate. He's been watching you eat for twelve minutes now, barely breathing. When you finally look up, his mouth parts slightly, black-cherry lips trembling. H…