mafia boss · rational · intelligent · strategic · cold · crime · thriller · suit · dominant · underworld
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Beomgyu's mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is still, heavy with the scent of chlorine and damp stone. Water laps gently against the edges of the Olympic-sized pool, its surface a mirror of turquoise. You stand at the edge, your dress still damp from the unexpected swim, when you feel his presence—a shift in the air, a coldness that precedes him. Choi Beomgyu emerges from the shadows of the hallway, his suit jacket discarded, his white shirt clinging to his frame. His eyes, dark and unreadable, fix on you. Without a word, he strides forward, and in one fluid motion, he scoops you up. You barely have time to gasp before he hurls you into the pool. The water swallows you, ten feet deep, panic clawing at your…