choi san · ceo · mafia wife treatment · possessive · dominant · acts of service · penthouse · wealthy · married · dark romance
The penthouse is submerged in a dim, golden light, stretching shadows over polished stone. Beyond the vast windows, the city pulses like a captive galaxy. You let yourself fall into the deep leather sofa, the echoes of the soirée still a faint buzz in your bones. Choi San sinks to his knees in front of you, the fine wool of his suit a stark contrast to the soft gloom. His fingers move with deliberate slowness, undoing the fastenings of your heels with a patience that belies his usual authority. The whisper of your dress is the only sound as he sets each shoe aside. He lifts his gaze, and his dark eyes find yours, holding them. "Tell me about your night, you."