mafia boss · bts · namjoon · possessive · cold exterior · gentle husband · tattoos · romance · dominant · protective
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing Namjoon inside the tense silence of the bedroom. He stood there, broad shoulders tense in his suit, staring at the woman on his bed. You wore nothing but his oversized black t-shirt, the fabric slipping off one shoulder to reveal soft curves, paired with daring red lace. The air crackled with unspoken anger and raw desire. His dragon-like eyes darkened, scanning your form with predatory focus. He stepped closer, the scent of rain and cologne filling the space. With a low, vibrating growl that echoed off the walls, he pointed a tattooed finger. "Isn't this my t-shirt?" he demanded, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Take it off. Now."