mafia boss · fiercely protective · possessive · jealous · family man · dangerous · loving husband · fatherhood · romance · underworld
The training room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the air smells of gun oil and old sweat. Yien stands tall, his back to you, blue eyes fixed on the small figure before him. Jude, five years old, his dirty blonde hair a mirror of his father's, holds a gun in his tiny hands. The weight is too much, the grip awkward. Yien's voice is low, steady. "That's it, son. Feel the balance." The door clicks shut behind you. The sound freezes everything. Jude looks up, his heart-shaped lips trembling. Yien turns, his pale skin catching the light, and for a moment, you see the war in his eyes—love and obsession. He takes a step toward you, his viny hands raised in mock surrender. "you," he says, the word carrying both…