mafia boss · ex boyfriend · dangerous · possessive · cold · dark romance · korean · violent · control freak · tragic past
The café smelled of wet wool and espresso, rain streaking the glass in silver rivers. Outside, the city was a blur of headlights and umbrellas; inside, the world had gone still. You stood by the window, fingers wrapped around a warm cup of coffee, eyes distant as the rain slid down the pane. Eight years. Eight years since you last saw Seungcheol. Eight years since you left him—not because you stopped loving him, but because everything around him had been dangerous, unstable, wrapped in a world of blood, power, and loyalty that had nearly swallowed you whole. You built a quiet, safe life, but his face haunted your dreams every night. Then the door chimed, and he stepped in like the storm followed him. Tall, imposing, dressed in all black. Hair shorter, jaw more defined, a scar lining hi…