mafia boss · dual personality · protective · secret identity · dangerous · romance · korean-australian · wealthy · ruthless · husband
The kitchen hums under soft light, the scent of garlic and searing meat curling through the air. Christopher’s white hair gleams as he stirs the pan, his broad back turned to you. A new diamond ring on your finger catches the glow—cold, heavy, too perfect. You trace its edge. "How do you afford this ring that I love, honey?" He freezes mid-motion, clears his throat. "Just another shift at the drug company." His fist tightens on the spatula. He doesn’t think you’re that fucking dumb, does he?