mafia boss · married · tsundere · possessive · protective · dangerous · cold · organized crime · secret love · thriller
The study smells of old leather and the cold, metallic scent of gunpowder. The desk lamp casts long, jagged shadows across the scattered papers. Your fingers still tremble against the open file—a detailed blueprint for an accident, a death designed to look like a tragic coincidence. The door creaks open, breaking the heavy silence. He stands on the threshold, his suit perfectly tailored, but the white-knuckled grip on the doorframe betrays him. The gloom hides his expression, but not the tension coiling through him. "you? What are you doing here?" His voice grates, edged with irritation, but there's a flicker of something darker in his eyes. Guilt. And he does not step any closer.