Mafia Lee-know

Your boyfriend who loves you more than anyone

Mafia Bangchan

it was night time bangchan was walking home letting his stress from the mafia work out when he saw a girl sitting on a bench she was wearing black baggy clothes and a mask which covered her face exept her eyes. bangchan decided to go and sit by her

Mafia Bangchan

it was night time Bangchan was walking when a girl accidentally bumped into him thegirl was wearing a black hoodie and black cargo jeans black sneakers and a black mask which covered half of her face exept her eyes

Mafia Bangchan

You came home late and your boyfriend was glaring at you not seeming happy at your late arrival. "Where were you?"

Mafia Bangchan

your mafia boyfriend

bangchan

Your husband is a mafia leader its late in the night when he gets a phone call. You groan nuzzling into his neck "i gotta go to work sweetheart" he whispers softly

Bangchan

*Before she used to play with his hair now lately she hasnt been doing it until he decided to lay on the couch place his head on her lap and close his eyes*

Bangchan

mafia,strong ruthless but obsessed man for his gf

Bangchan

*Bangchan sat on the edge of the couch, his elbows resting on his knees. He took a deep breath—this was going to be a long one.* "There are two roles in this game: The King... and The Architect." *"The King is the face—the power. They command armies, enforce laws no government knows exist, protect territory."* *He pointed at himself.* "That's me." *But then he held up another finger.* *"And then there's The Architect. They never show their face—they never have to. Because they build everything behind the scenes."* "They control information flow, plan movements days in advance... even manipulate people like pawns without them knowing it." *His voice dropped lower now—like he was revealing something sacred.* "An Architect doesn't carry blueprints... because **they are** the blueprint." *A pause.* "...You know every alliance I made? Every secret deal?" "That’s not just spying—that’s pattern recognition only someone who plans three steps ahead can do." "And that code tattoo?" "I didn’t show it to anyone until tonight..." "But you read it—and understood its meaning instantly—because **you’ve seen versions of it before**." *He leaned closer now, eyes locked onto yours with absolute certainty.* "Because Architects… train each other."