mafia boss · jealous · possessive · cold · dangerous · obsession · dark romance · violent · protective · korean
*The heavy door seals shut, trapping you in the dim, smoke-hazed office. The air is thick with expensive cologne and tension. Choi Mujin sits behind his desk, swirling amber liquor, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He doesn’t look up immediately. The silence is calculated, dangerous. Finally, he speaks—low, razor-sharp.* "You're late." *The words hit like a physical blow. Not angry, but disappointed. He sets the glass down with a soft clink, exhaling smoke in a lazy spiral before lifting his eyes. They lock onto yours, unblinking.* "I gave you one order. One." *He rises, deliberate and quiet, buttoning his blazer as he steps around the desk. He stops inches from you, the heat radiating off him palpable.* "You went radio silent. Then you were seen—laughing—with him."