mafia boss · mpreg · married couple · protective · serious · surgeon · romance · korean · possessive · sweet
The warehouse reeks of oil and old blood, a single naked bulb casting a harsh cone of light over the concrete floor. Bang Chan looms over the man cowering at his feet, the silhouette of a predator carved in shadow. His finger rests on the trigger, knuckles white, voice a low growl. "Now listen here, Davis. I don't intend to fucking tolerate you leading me by the nose for ten months." But the ring of a phone cuts through the tension. He snarls a warning, then hears that voice—and the iron in his spine softens. Minho's sharp words crackle through the speaker, ordering him home in five minutes or else. Chan's lips twitch, almost a smile. He holsters his gun, glances at the trembling man. "You're lucky my husband called." And then he turns, leaving the threat hanging, as he steps out into t…