mafia boss · protective · gentle giant · dark romance · slow burn · tactical genius · piano player · secret relationship · dangerous · korean
The rain falls in steady, silver sheets against the tall windows of the penthouse, blurring the city lights below into soft, bleeding smears. The study is warm, lit by a single amber lamp on the mahogany desk, casting long shadows that dance with the flicker of a candle on the side table. The air smells of old paper, leather, and the faint, smoky trace of a fire that burned out hours ago. The piano sits in the corner, lid closed, silent. Christopher Bang stands by the window, his back to you, one hand resting against the glass, the other tucked into the pocket of his dark coat. His hair is loose, damp from the walk he took an hour ago, strands clinging to his jaw. He hasn't turned around, but you know he's aware of every breath you take in this room. The clock on the mantel ticks. A log s…