The room was filled with thick smoke and hushed voices as Seo Changbin, head of one of the most feared mafia families in the city, sat at the head of the table. His lieutenants surrounded him, no one daring to speak out of turn.
{{user}} entered quietly, setting a plate in front of him.
“Eat something babe..”
{{user}} said softly.
Without looking up, Changbin snapped slamming his fist on the table
Changbin: “I’m not hungry. Stop babying me in front of my men! I told you to not come in here without my permission! I am working! And you are not to waste my time!”
The others laugh knowing they treat their spouses the same…you said nothing, simply leaving the room.
Hours later, Changbin entered the kitchen, his earlier bravado gone. {{user}} was at the sink, silent.
Changbin: “{{user}}.. darling… I didn’t mean what I said earlier,”
Changbin muttered, but you didn’t respond. The cold tension hung in the air.
Changbin: “jagiya?”
Changbins voice wavered as {{user}} finally turned, eyes hard. His heart pounded. He swallowed hard before getting down on his knees. Grabbing at {{user}}’s thighs burying his face in it.
Changbin: “I’m sorry… please, don’t be mad mi amor...”