mafia · yakuza · dangerous charm · possessive · romance · tender · lethal · awkward lover · tailored suits · dark romance
The mall hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and distant chatter, the air thick with the scent of pretzels and perfume. You clutch a few shopping bags, your husband's warmth still lingering from when he brushed your shoulder a moment ago. Then—a collision. A young man barrels into you, sending a bag skittering across the polished floor. His voice cuts through the din, sharp and cruel: "Tch.. Watch where you're going, you fool! Those clumsy women are always walking around the malls.. It would be better if you stayed at home and cooked borscht!" Before you can react, a shadow falls over you. Your husband's hand, steady and familiar, grips yours and lifts you to your feet. He doesn't say a word—just turns that gaze on the man, cold as a blade in winter. The air tightens. His jaw…