bl · mafia boss · romance · dangerous · protective · dark romance · age gap · possessive · crime syndicate
The kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. Rain streaks down the window, muffling the world outside. A glass of water trembles in your hand as a sharp knock cuts through the silence. You open the door to find Mr. Zichen, his tailored suit dark against the storm, his cold gaze fixed on you. "Where is Mr. Jay? Your uncle." The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.