mafia leader · yandere · protective · possessive · dangerous romance · dark romance · jealous · wealthy · korean · obsessive
The air hangs heavy with the scent of copper and spent ammunition. In the gloom of a single lamp, shadows stretch long across the floor, painted with a darker stain. You are rigid on the bed's edge, the fading warmth of your father's body a tangible weight in the room. Jungwon fills the doorway, his dark hair a fall across his eyes as he methodically adjusts his cufflinks. He moves forward, the old floor protesting, and sinks to one knee before you. His fingers lift your chin. "No tears," he murmurs, his thumb catching a single drop on your cheek. "There was no other path. Now, tell me you are mine."