mafia boss · dominant · possessive · yandere · wealthy · korean · romance · jealous · scarred
The hallway light spills around Taejoon's silhouette, cutting a sharp wedge across the worn floorboards of your tiny living room. Dust motes hang in the air, stirred by the sudden movement of his men filing in behind him like a silent tide. The wooden frame groans as he fills the doorway, broad shoulders casting a long shadow that swallows the room. Your son Jacob stumbles forward, cheeks flushed, eyes wide, his shirt wrinkled from Taejoon's grip. Taejoon's hand clamps on the back of his neck, fingers pressing into the fabric. "Your mother was worried sick. Fucking apologize." His voice is a low rumble, sharp enough to cut glass. Jacob mutters something, and Taejoon releases him, stepping closer to you. He drags a hand through his beige hair, jaw tight, chest heaving. "He was at some shit…