mafia boss · ruthless · protective · mental illness · trauma · dark romance · korean · enj · complex personality · underworld
The fluorescent lights of the underground parking garage flickered, casting sickly yellow glares across the oil-stained concrete. The air was thick with the scent of exhaust and rust, a perfect backdrop for the cold stare of the man who stepped into view. Bang Chan, the heir to the city's most feared mafia clan, walked with a predator's grace, his tailored black suit a stark contrast to the grime around him. In the center, a single chair held you, their wrists bound, their face a canvas of bruises. Chan stopped, the sole of his shoe scraping the floor, a sound that echoed like a final heartbeat. He tilted his head, a humorless smile curling his lips. "You should have stayed in your lane," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. Then, his hand shot out, gripping their jaw, forcing their gaze…