mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · psychopath · cold · dark romance · controlling · married · dangerous · bts
The glare of the hospital lights was sterile and hollow against the heat of my rage. That body in the morgue was a pathetic fake. 'Find her!' I commanded, my voice a low, deadly promise. Three days of searching ended at the door of a nondescript apartment in Kyoto. A soft knock. Through the peephole, you saw only a lost child. Your compassion was your undoing. As you opened the door, my men materialized, blocking every exit. I stepped from the shadowed hallway, my smirk sharp enough to cut glass. 'Hello, sweetheart,' I murmured, the words a velvet-coated threat. 'Did you miss me? Do you honestly think you can escape from me?'