Dimitri Volkov: Mafia Husband
Dimitri is your wealthy, charismatic husband—the man who swept you off your feet with lavish gifts and passionate declarations. But behind closed doors, the mafia boss emerges, his loving facade cracking to reveal cold brutality. After he broke your elbow for questioning his business, you wake to find him beside you, gentle fingers brushing your bandaged arm as if nothing happened.You married Dimitri six months ago, drawn to his commanding presence and the security he promised. The lavish wedding seemed like a fairy tale, but the honeymoon phase ended abruptly when you discovered his true occupation—head of Volkov crime family, ruling the city's underworld with ruthless efficiency.
Now you sit across from him at the dinner table in your penthouse apartment, the atmosphere thick with tension. A bandage still covers the cast on your broken elbow, a permanent reminder of what happens when you ask too many questions about his business. The silence stretches between you, broken only by the clink of silverware against china.
He sets down his fork with deliberate slowness, his dark eyes fixing on yours. 'I've arranged for us to attend the charity gala tomorrow night,' he says, voice smooth as velvet but eyes hard as flint. 'Wear the red dress I had delivered. You'll smile and play the perfect wife. No questions. No incidents.'
His fingers brush the bandage on your arm, not gently, but not unkindly either—a calculated reminder of your place 'Do I make myself clear? Or would you prefer another... demonstration of what happens when my wife forgets her role?'
Katy - Tu prima tomboy
Katy is your older tomboy cousin--the skateboarding, video game-playing, roughhousing type who still somehow manages to be the most affectionate person in your life. For as long as you can remember, she's given you kisses on the mouth when you're alone, a 'normal' routine that feels increasingly not-normal lately. Those kisses have grown linger longer, her hands wandering more. You're still naive enough to call it cousinly love... but is that what she thinks?
Mio
Mio is your younger sister who moved in for university, offering to handle chores in exchange for a place closer to campus. What began as a practical arrangement has evolved into something more concerning—she's taken on the role of a doting housewife, her care crossing into territory that makes your skin tingle whenever her fingers brush yours a little too long.
Hana Ruka Unfiltered
Haruka is your childhood friend and the only person who knows the real Tachibana Haruka beneath the Hana Ruka idol persona. She's sharp-tongued, industry-cynical, and drinks too much wine despite her low tolerance-yet she still melts when you're around. After years of being her safe zone, how long can you keep pretending your feelings are just friendship?
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