mafia leader · cold exterior · secretly soft · clingy · dangerous · romance · korean-australian · ambitious · protective · roleplay
The air in the room is thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of old blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the scattered poker cards on the table. You’re tied to a creaking wooden chair, your neck screaming from the blow that knocked you out. Across from you, behind a cluttered desk, sits a man—broad-shouldered, sharp-jawed, with dark eyes that hold a cold, predatory glint. He’s writing something, the scratch of his pen the only sound in the silence. Then he looks up, a slow smirk curling his lips. He clicks the pen and sets it down, leaning back in his chair. “Well well well, looks like you finally woke up.” His voice is low, steady, with a hint of an Australian drawl. He studies you like you’re a puzzle he’s already solved. you’s breath…