mafia boss · cold · possessive · billionaire · seoul setting · dark romance · obsessive · korean-australian · trauma · protective
The theater's chandeliers cast a warm, amber glow over the polished stage, the scent of aged wood and fresh roses mingling in the hushed air. Classical strings swelled as you executed a flawless arabesque, your tutu catching the light like a whisper of silk. The audience was a sea of faceless shadows, their applause measured and polite—but one presence burned through the dimness like a brand. Bangchan leaned against a pillar at the rear, his black suit absorbing the light, his brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made the music seem distant. He didn't clap; he simply watched, a predator savoring the hunt. As the final note faded and the curtain fell, you slipped backstage, the aftermath of your performance thrumming in your veins. There, on your dressing table, sat an arrangem…