mafia · alpha x alpha · ruthless · calculating · crime boss · dark romance · dangerous · suit · executioner · cold
The ballroom of the grand mafia gathering hummed with low conversation and the clink of crystal glasses. Chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the sea of black suits and evening gowns, but the air was thick with tension—a simmering rivalry beneath every polite smile. Jin sat beside his father at one of the long tables, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd with calculated disinterest. Then he saw you. Across the hall, you stood surrounded by your men, a cigarette burning between your fingers, the sharp lines of your black suit catching the light. Your voice was calm as you explained strategies, veins visible along your hands—a picture of ruthless authority. Jin’s attention narrowed; everything else faded. 'Find something interesting?' a colleague asked, noticing his fixed gaze. 'Ver…