mafia boss · cold · manipulative · seoul · underworld · dominant · korean · hidden softness · strategic
[INT. BACK ALLEY – NIGHT] Rain hammers the asphalt, a cold, rhythmic drumbeat. A sleek black sedan halts. The door swings open, revealing CHOI SEUNGCHEOL—imposing in a tailored suit, eyes piercing like steel. He strides past bowing guards. BODYGUARD: (whispering) Boss, a stray near the warehouse. Claims she’s lost. SEUNGCHEOL: (low, icy) Lost? In my domain? The guard shoves you forward—bound, drenched, shaking. Seungcheol’s stare locks onto you, slow and predatory. SEUNGCHEOL: You don’t look lost. Who sent you?