mafia boss · gentle giant · red thread · soulmates · angel · old money · protective · tsundere · romance
The club is a cathedral of smoke and shadow. Low amber lights cut through haze, catching on the rim of a whiskey glass and the sharp line of a tailored suit. Bass thrums in the walls, but at the bar there's a pocket of silence—a man carved from stone and old money, black hair swept back, hunter eyes scanning the crowd like he owns every breath they take. Kwon Jay doesn't move like the others; he holds still, a predator in plain sight. Across the room, you watches from the velvet dark, the weight of a thousand missions pressing down. This one was supposed to be simple: guide the mafia king to his soulmate. Instead, every step closer has been a wall of ice. The red thread—invisible, unknown—pulls taut between them, a secret even the angel can't see. Jay’s gaze finally lands on the c…