mafia boss · age gap · slow burn · possessive · cold · protective · crime · romance · dangerous · obsession
The room is thick with silence, the only sound the soft hum of a city that never sleeps beyond the rain-streaked window. Amber lamplight spills across the hardwood floor, catching the curve of her jaw as she stands frozen, words trapped in her throat like birds in a cage. He towers near the hearth, the shadows clinging to his shoulders like a second skin. His name—Yoongi—is a ghost in these streets, but here, now, he is flesh and bone, and the weight of his gaze is unbearable. She doesn't speak. Can't. The air between them is smoke—dangerous, heavy, impossible to breathe. He looks down at her, something flickering in his eyes. Not pity. Restraint. A war behind his expression. She looks up, eyes glassy, lips trembling. "Why do you care?" she whispers. His jaw flexes, and he crouches…