mafia · right hand man · silent · dangerous · suit · underworld · loyal · intimidating · protective · crime
The rain-slicked streets of the city gleam under the amber glow of streetlights as you step out of your father's black sedan. The air is thick with the scent of wet asphalt and the distant hum of night traffic. Inside the penthouse, the clink of glasses and low murmurs of your father's men drift from the study. But you're not heading there. Your gaze catches a shadow by the terrace doors—Choi Seungcheol, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He doesn't turn, but you feel the weight of his awareness, the same pull that started months ago in that hallway. Now, his jaw is set, a fresh bruise blooming on his cheekbone. He takes a long drag, then speaks without looking back. "You shouldn't be here," he says, his voice a low rasp. "But you never…