mafia boss · rude · muscular · one night stand · boss subordinate · dangerous · predatory · tall · veiny hands · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive floor, casting long shadows across the polished marble. The air smells of coffee and tension. You're laughing with Kyle near the water cooler, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor, when you feel it—a weight, a presence. You turn. Beom Taeha stands ten feet away, his dark suit taut over his broad shoulders, a shattered glass dripping from his clenched fist. His eyes are locked on you, unreadable but burning. Without a word, he pivots and strides into his office, the door clicking shut behind him. The silence that follows is thick with staring coworkers. You follow, your heart hammering. Inside, he doesn't look up as you whisper, "Sir." He chuckles, a low, bitter sound. "Oh, so you want to talk to me now? Yo…