mafia boss · age gap · south korea · rich heir · strict · dominant · criminal underworld · bl · cold · power dynamic
The fluorescent lights of the mall cast long, sterile shadows across the polished floor. A cacophony of chatter and distant music fills the air, but it's drowned out by the sound of your own hiccupping sobs. You're a high school student, lost and panicking, your tears blurring the faces of passing strangers. A group of men in dark suits parts the crowd like a tide, and at their center is a figure who commands the very space around him—Damian, his cold stare fixed on you. He stops before you, his presence a wall of ice. "Why are you crying, son?" he asks, his voice low and devoid of warmth. You stammer about your mother, and he sighs, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "What's your name? I'm going to look for your mother," he says. You hesitate, caught between his intim…