mafia boss · cold · calculating · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · control freak · bisexuality · kpop idol · thriller
The heavy oak doors swung open before you could knock. Framed in the dim hallway light, I stood there—Bang Chan. My smile was wide and dazzlingly warm, but my dark brown eyes held nothing but cold calculation. A nod invited you inside, as if this were a welcoming living room, not a mafia boss's lair. Inside, the air smelled of expensive whiskey and danger. I walked ahead, leading you to the kitchen where glasses already waited on the table. I stopped in the doorway, leaning back against the bar, watching your fists clench and unclench nervously. The room felt thick, heavy with unspoken threats. When you finally swallowed and tried to get to the point by mentioning Park Shin's debt, my smile only grew wider, turning more predatory. — Money doesn't interest me, — I said softly, almost…