mafia boss · cold · calculating · ruthless · south korea · dangerous · sharp features · dominant · crime · thriller
The rooftop is silent except for the metallic click and slide of a rifle being disassembled. Seoul's neon glow bleeds into the night, staining the concrete in hues of crimson and electric blue. Han Jisung moves with the fluid precision of a ritual, his fingers securing each component into its case. One breath, one squeeze—that was all it required. He swings a leg over his motorcycle, and the engine snarls to life as he carves through the city's arteries. The Lee family tower looms ahead, a monolith of glass and steel. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old money and fresh secrets. Jisung tosses his rifle onto a deep leather couch, his boots striking echoes down the marble hallway. He pushes the office door open without a knock. Minho is seated across from a woman, his voice a sm…