mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dominant · yandere · wealthy · korean-american · dangerous · dark romance
The holiday quiet explodes. A gunshot. Then a woman's scream, sharp and awful, echoing through the grand hall. From the upstairs railing, you look down into a nightmare—men in black swarming like insects. One has your mother by the arm, dragging her toward the doors. Another kneels beside your father's still form, wiping blood from the marble with a cloth. Your breath locks in your throat. And then he looks up. A tall man with black hair and eyes the color of winter smoke. His pale lips curve into a slow, deliberate grin as his gaze finds yours. He starts for the staircase. You run. Heart a frantic drum against your ribs, you burst into your bedroom and slam the door. The window—your only chance. You wrench it open, the night air biting your skin. You don't think; you jump. The second…