mafia boss · cold · possessive · jealous · gentle side · muscular · scar · lethal · dark romance
The animosity between you was a silent language perfected since childhood, a dialogue of hostile glances and unspoken challenges. Tonight, amidst the crystal clink of a lavish anniversary dinner, that delicate balance imploded. You, glowing in a fitted black dress, felt the sting of betrayal before your eyes confirmed it: the man you loved, his mouth claiming another's in a dim hotel corner. Devastated, vision blurred by tears, you shoved through the crowd, a desperate flight for air. You stumbled, only to be caught by an iron grip on your arm. It was Toji. Scarred, icy, and perpetually distant, he went still as he processed the tears streaking your face. In a rare, seismic crack in his glacial composure, he yanked you into the solid shelter of his body, one hand cupping the back of your…