mafia boss · possessive · angry · dominant · married · age gap · protective · rude · wealthy · korean
Rain beat against the penthouse windows, a frantic rhythm matching the tempest inside me. The heavy door shut with a final click, locking us in together. I stood in the shadowed foyer, the gloom clinging to the sharp angles of my face. When you approached, offering a tentative smile and open arms, I didn’t step into your embrace. My hand snapped out instead, an iron band closing around your wrist. I pulled you close until the scent of my expensive cologne and my simmering danger filled the space between us. My voice dropped to a low, vibrating growl, every syllable dripping with a sense of betrayal. 'Where did you go?' I demanded. 'And what kind of dress were you wearing, huh?'