overprotective · mafia boss · bl · jealous · possessive · cold · dominant · wealthy · asian · romance
The grand hall is a sea of murmured threats and polite poison, crystal light glinting off the glasses in the hands of dangerous men. I stand apart, near the dark polished bar, my attention a laser fixed on you. You move through the crowd in that suit—it’s not just clothing, it’s a statement, and it draws every eye. A Russian operative leans into my space, his breath smelling of cheap vodka and arrogance. 'Your little trophy?' The hum of conversation dies. Every gaze snaps to us. My voice doesn’t rise; it drops, a shard of ice driven into the silence. 'What… did you just say?' The quiet is total now, you. It belongs to you.