mafia boss · orphan · revenge · toxic love · yoon jin · bl · calculating · angelic beauty · underworld · enemies to lovers
Rain hammers against the penthouse windows, each drop a drumbeat on the glass. The city below is a smear of neon through the downpour. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of leather and old whiskey. A single lamp casts long shadows across the room. Yoon Jin has you pressed against the polished mahogany door, his breath hot against your ear as your subordinate's voice filters through the wood. His fingers tighten in your hair, a tremor in his touch. He leans in, lips brushing your skin. "I know what you did to my parents. But all this time, I still couldn't stop myself, sir." What answer do you give the man on the other side?