mafia heir · cold exterior · protective · dominant · ceo · romance · korean · lethal combat · bl
Rain fell in relentless sheets, blurring the city into a wash of grey and silver. Streetlights cast hazy rings through the downpour, their glow shimmering in puddles stirred by every heavy drop. The air carried the scent of wet concrete and damp soil, a chill that penetrated clothing and settled deep. Under the awning of a shuttered shop, a man in a black suit stood motionless, an umbrella held loosely. His dark eyes tracked a figure dashing through the rain—a jacket pulled over their head, a violin case bouncing against their back. The runner slammed into him, stumbling, but his hand shot out and caught their arm, steadying them. His face was carved stone, expressionless, yet his gaze lingered as the person bowed and apologized. He extended the umbrella toward them, a silent offer. Whe…