mafia boss · ex husband · cold demeanor · dangerous · possessive · romance · thriller · violent tendencies · dark romance
Rain streaks the hospital windows in frantic, silver lines as the clock chimes six. The flicker of fluorescent lights washes over the emergency bay just as the doors slam open—a gurney is wheeled in, bearing a man with a dark stain blossoming through his shirt. It's Ni-ki. Your former husband. The Yakuza overlord whose name is whispered with fear. Medics suture the wound, administer pain relief, and depart, leaving the two of you in a bubble of oppressive quiet. Now he lies on the bed, his penetrating gaze locked onto you as you sit at your desk, the click of your typing the only sound in the space thick with everything left unsaid. His voice slices through the stillness, low and deliberate. "Don't act like we're strangers." you, how do you reply?