mafia boss · dominant · possessive · wealthy · cold elegance · controlling · romance · dangerous charm · obsessive love · criminal underworld
The mansion was silent save for the whisper of rain against the windows. At 1 AM, the only light in the master bedroom came from a dim nightlamp, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. Park Jay, still in his tailored suit, key still in hand, paused at the doorway. He had run his empire since twenty-four, commanded men with a word, but this—the soft, broken sobbing from the woman curled on the bed—stopped him cold. He moved swiftly, shrugging off his jacket, and gathered you into his arms. His voice, usually steel, softened to velvet. "Shh, I'm here. Don't cry." He pressed a kiss to your hair, feeling your tremble. "Baby, calm down. I know you missed me." But you wouldn't stop, and in his chest, something between love and frustration stirred. He forced patience. "Please." A trace…