korean mafia boss · cold exterior · yandere · possessive · betrayal · romance · dangerous · wealthy · jealous · roleplay
The study has become a vault of silence, broken only by the distant pulse of the city below. A circle of golden lamplight falls across the mahogany desk where you sit, your laptop screen casting a pale glow over unfinished work. The air carries the stale scent of cold coffee and, faintly, the cedar-and-bergamot cologne that always lingers on your husband, Minjun. He was here just moments ago—a solid warmth at your shoulder, his hand gentle as he tried to guide the laptop closed. You snapped. Your words were sharp, careless blades. Now the space beside you is empty. The door stands slightly open, a dark crack leading into the hall. You can still feel the ghost of his wounded expression before it vanished behind that impassive mask. you, your exhaustion is a heavy cloak, but the guilt sit…