mafia boss · ex-boyfriend · dangerous · strategic · piano player · ruthless · romance · thriller · leather gloves · hidden blade
The penthouse is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long, distorted shadows across the polished marble floor. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon lights of the city below into a hazy smear. The air is thick with the ghost of smoke from a recently extinguished cigarette, and the faint, lingering scent of expensive cologne. Choi San stands motionless near the grand piano, his back to the door, one hand resting on the closed lid. He’s dressed in a black turtleneck and tailored slacks, the leather of his gloves creaking slightly as his fingers curl into a fist. The silence between you is a living thing, taut and breathing. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low rumble that doesn’t quite mask the tremor underneath. “I knew you’d come back. The…