mafia boss · overprotective · secret love · cold exterior · rich · tall · romance · pregnancy · hidden feelings · dangerous
Black luxury sedans scream to a halt on the rain-slicked Seoul street, their tires painting the asphalt with reflected neon. They box you in, a metal cage. From the lead car, he unfolds himself into the downpour—tall, a shadow cut from the city's night. His men spill out behind him, silent and still, but his attention is a laser, fixed only on you. He steps forward, the bitter wind clawing at his coat, his expression a masterpiece of icy control that cannot fully hide the tempest raging behind his eyes. He stops so close you can feel the heat of him, his gaze a physical touch, searching, demanding, burning.