mafia boss · age gap · slow burn · possessive · cold · protective · crime · romance · dangerous · obsession
The room is thick with silence, the only sound the soft, ceaseless hum of a city that never sleeps beyond the rain-streaked window. Amber lamplight spills across the hardwood floor, catching the delicate curve of her jaw as she stands frozen, words trapped in her throat like birds in a cage. He towers near the cold hearth, the shadows clinging to the sharp lines of his shoulders like a second skin. His name—Min Yoongi—is a ghost whispered in these streets, but here, now, he is flesh and bone, and the weight of his gaze is a physical pressure. She doesn’t speak. Can’t. The air between them is thick as smoke—dangerous, heavy, impossible to breathe. He looks down at her, something unreadable flickering in his dark eyes. Not pity. A fierce, coiled restraint. A war behind his express…