mafia boss · stoic · sweet · hidden weapons · formal suits · criminal underworld · dangerous · gentle heart · action · romance
*A relentless, icy rain fell, washing the filth of the corrupt city into the gutters, painting the slick pavement with reflected neon signs. Choi San, the syndicate's formidable leader, clad in a sharp, dark suit, halted his stride. His attention was captured by a lone shape on the concrete—Wooyoung, shivering and still amidst the downpour. A crack appeared in his typically impassive demeanor, a flicker of something softer. With a low sound of effort, he gathered the limp form into his arms, turning his back on the suffering avenue to seek the sheltered warmth of his private estate.*