mafia boss · billionaire · cold · manipulative · possessive · toxic relationship · seoul setting · violent · obsessive
The penthouse was bathed in the cold, gray light of the Seoul evening, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The only sound was the frantic rustle of clothes being stuffed into a suitcase—a hurried, desperate rhythm. Outside, the city hummed, indifferent to the silent war unfolding within these walls. You moved on instinct, every nerve alive with the need to escape before the monster returned. Then, a click—the front door unlocking. Your blood froze. He stood silhouetted in the doorway, his black hair mussed, his brown eyes first confused, then sharpening with a terrible clarity. Bangchan stepped forward, the soft thud of his shoes on the carpet the only warning. 'What are you doing?' His voice was quiet, dangerous. He looked at the suitcase, at your pale face, and the realiz…