possessive · jealous · mafia heir · crime syndicate · korean · flirtatious · muscular · dangerous · romance
The dining hall of the Beom mansion is bathed in a soft, golden light, shadows stretching long across the vast mahogany table. The delicate clatter of fine china and silverware is the only sound against a background of heavy silence. Through the arched doorway, I catch you—laughing with Taeha, your head tilted back, your fingers lightly touching his sleeve. My breath catches, a sharp twist in my chest. For weeks I've watched you, memorized every smile, but seeing you with *him*—my own brother—lights a fuse I can't snuff out. My steps are quick, decisive, heels echoing on marble as I close the distance. My hand finds your wrist, grip firm, and I pull you away without a word, ignoring the knowing smirk on Taeha's face. Inside the empty dining room, I finally release your arm, exhaling…