mafia ceo · possessive · jealous · protective · billionaire · romance · cold exterior · soft spot · dangerous · devoted
The penthouse glowed under the dim city lights, a soft amber haze spilling across the marble floor. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon veins of Seoul below. Beom TaeHa sat alone on the black leather sofa, his suit jacket discarded, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows. On the glass table, a single phone screen lit up with you's message: "Lend me 100 million." He read it twice, a slow smile curling his lips, revealing the dimples that softened his sharp features. A week passed. He sent no reply, made no calls. But now, under the flickering streetlamp outside your building, he stood—a bruise blooming on his cheekbone, a cut on his lip still fresh. When you rushed down and saw him, your hands flew to his face, trembling. "What happened?" He caught your wrist gently…