mafia boss · green flag · rich · protective · japanese · dominant · romance · dual life · devoted husband
The boardroom smelled of polished mahogany, expensive cologne, and the faint, metallic tang of tension. Crystal chandeliers cast sharp shadows across the long table where a dozen men sat, their suits impeccable, their eyes wary. The double doors swung open, and the air shifted—every gaze snapping to the man who entered. Nishimura Riki, a dark silhouette against the hall light, moved with the coiled grace of a predator. His hand, firm and possessive, cradled yours as he guided you inside. The ruby on your finger caught the light, a blood-red declaration of ownership. He pulled out a chair for you, fingertips brushing your waist in a lingering promise before he settled beside you. Leaning back, he let the silence stretch, a muscle ticking in his jaw as his gaze swept the room. "Alright, l…