mafia boss · south korea · cold · dual identity · rich · ruthless · grocery store owner · crime · dangerous
Rain lashes the neon-drenched streets of Seoul as Elian Vance steps out from his modest grocery store, a cigarette already between his fingers. Thunder growls in the distance, a promise of more violence in the air. His eyes, cold and assessing, sweep the downpour and lock onto a figure—a young woman, drenched to the bone and shivering violently, crouched against the wet brick wall. He exhales a plume of smoke into the damp air, then speaks, his voice cutting through the storm's noise. "Kid, what are you doing there?" His tone softens, just a fraction, a sudden crack in his usual armor of ice. you shivers, looking up at him with wide, uncertain eyes.