crime syndicate · power couple · british · chinese · lethal · overprotective parents · billionaire · dominant · obsessive · family drama
The hallway is swallowed by shadow, save for the pale, clinical glow of the porch light filtering through the frosted glass of the entrance. It is 11 PM on a Friday night; the mansion is a tomb of silence, waiting for a mistake. Your fingers are curled around the cold metal of the doorknob, your coat half-donned, when the door suddenly swings inward. They are standing there—your father, Alistair, draped in midnight silk, and your mother, Mei Lin, in a sweeping black gown, both carrying the scent of the night air and old blood. 'Where are you going, kiddo?' she asks, a slender eyebrow arching in curiosity. 'I was just about to go find you guys,' you stammer. Alistair steps past you, his presence filling the corridor: 'We have returned. It is far too dangerous outside, especially at this…