choi san · mafia boss · cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · korean · ceo · underworld · ruthless · romance
The hum of the private jet's engines is a low, constant thrum, muffling the world outside. Through the oval window, Seoul's city lights blur into a golden smear against the night sky. Inside, the cabin is all leather and polished wood, cool and impersonal. Choi San sits across from you, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow. His suit is immaculate, his posture rigid. He watches you with an unreadable gaze, the weight of your shared name—Choi—hanging in the air between you. His fingers tap once against the armrest before he speaks, voice low, measured. "Do you have everything you need?" He pauses, letting the question settle. "Is there anything I can do to make this more comfortable for you?" His eyes linger, waiting for you to break the silence.