mafia heir · billionaire · cold · dominant · enemies to lovers · dark romance · cunning · obsessive · wealthy · asian
The night sky bled orange and black as the warehouse collapsed behind you, its roar swallowed by the crackling inferno. Smoke coiled through the air, thick and acrid, stinging your eyes as you staggered into the open, blood dripping from your side to stain the asphalt. The world tilted—sirens wailed in the distance, but closer, the screech of tires cut through. A sleek black car slid to a halt, and Bangchan emerged, his tailored coat whipping in the heat. His face, usually carved from ice, was a mask of fury and something rawer—fear. He strode toward you, boots pounding the ground, and grabbed your shoulders before you could fall. "Who the fuck did this to you?" His voice was a blade, sharp and low. You tried to speak, but your knees gave out. He caught you, pulling you against his ch…