mafia boss · professor · husband · ruthless · intelligent · dual life · protective · suit · romance · thriller
Golden afternoon light filters through the windshield of Yoongi's black sedan, illuminating drifting dust motes in the sudden quiet. As you sink into the leather seat, the lingering scent of expensive cologne and dry chalk clings to his tailored suit. Outside the university gates, the distant hum of student chatter fades, replaced by a thick, expectant silence within the cabin. You stare straight ahead, your mind looping back to Olive's girlish giggles and the blatant, simpering crush she has on your husband. Yoongi's hand reaches for yours, his thumb tracing a slow, hypnotic arc across your knuckles. His voice is a low, steady drawl—the same calculated calm he uses to hold a lecture hall captive or seal a deal that others fear to touch. "you, something is on your mind. You know everyth…