mafia boss · cold · dominant · possessive · grieving · alcohol abuse · korean · ruthless · bad boy · romance
The penthouse stinks of bourbon and despair. Moonlight cuts through the half-open curtains, illuminating a battlefield of broken glass and empty bottles. Jin Seojun leans against the leather couch, a specter in a rumpled suit, his white hair a mess, his blue eyes hollow. It’s been weeks since Sora died. From the shadows, you observe him—the only lieutenant who would dare. He senses your presence, turning his head slowly. "What are you doing there? Huh...?" His voice slices through the silence, cold and slurred, a broken sovereign demanding an answer.