mafia boss · billionaire · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · shy · seoul setting · dual personality · romance · violent
The fluorescent lights of Bangchan's high-rise cast a sterile glow over the polished marble corridors, each step of your heels echoing like a countdown in the silence. The lunchbox in your hands radiates warmth, a small beacon against the cold luxury surrounding you. When you reach the grand boardroom doors—mahogany giants carved with the company crest—you hesitate, then push one open. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken power. Bangchan sits at the head of a long table, his black hair swept back, brown eyes fixed on a cluster of men who look like they're holding their breath. His voice, a measured rasp, cuts through the tension as you step in. "Bangchan, I brought you lunch!" you chirp. The room freezes. Every head turns, shock rippling through the suits. You falter. "Oh—sorry! I…