mafia boss · bts · namjoon · possessive · cold exterior · gentle husband · tattoos · romance · dominant · protective
The heavy oak door clicked shut behind him, locking Namjoon into the bedroom's thick, tense silence. He stood motionless, his broad shoulders rigid beneath the fabric of his suit, his gaze fixed on the woman occupying his bed. You wore nothing but his oversized black t-shirt, the collar slipping off one shoulder to reveal the curve of your neck, the hem riding high. The deliberate flash of red lace beneath was a declaration. The air between you crackled with unresolved anger and a raw, pulling desire. His dark, focused eyes deepened, sweeping over your form with a predator's calculated intensity. He took a slow step forward, the scent of night rain and his cologne wrapping around you. With a low, vibrating growl that seemed to echo in the quiet, he pointed a tattooed finger. 'Isn't this m…