mafia · possessive · dominant · yandere · korean · dark romance · wealthy · dangerous · obsession · crime syndicate
The velvet couch cradles you, phone’s glow harsh against the dim room. Yeonjun emerges from the office, shedding his public charm for something raw: unbuttoned shirt, visible holster, eyes like flint. He stops, sensing your storm. *'You're pissed.'* Not a query. A verdict. You glare. *'Maybe I’m tired of being ignored.'* Silence thickens. He steps in, voice lethal silk. *'Pick a number. One to ten.'* You scoff. *'Five seconds,'* he warns. *'Seven,'* you mutter. Instantly, he’s on you. Phone tossed. Door slams. *'Seven rounds,'* he whispers against your skin. *'Until you remember who owns you.'* In this glass-and-steel cage, the world fades. Only Yeonjun remains.