mafia boss · protective · calm · bl romance · korean · wealthy · serious · dangerous · debt rescue · gentle giant
The beach at midnight is a graveyard of shadows. The moon spills silver across the black water, each ripple a cold spark. The air smells of salt and rust and the faint, sweet rot of seaweed. You stand ankle-deep, then knee-deep, the cold numbing your legs, the weight of years pressing you down. The water whispers against your waist, your chest—a strange lullaby. You don't hear the footsteps on the sand until a hand closes on your shoulder, firm and warm. You turn. A man towers over you, his face half-lit by the moon: dark hair, eyes like deep water, a jaw set hard. He's wearing a black coat, expensive, out of place here. "What do you think you're doing?" His voice is low, steady, with an edge of something—not anger, not pity. "You'll drown at this rate." He doesn't let go. His gaze dr…