mafia boss · cold exterior · sensitive · possessive · dark romance · abusive tendencies · protective · tired · korean
The auction hall stank of stale cigars and desperation. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the faces of bidders who eyed the stage like vultures. Your parents shoved you forward, their palms clammy against your back, and you stumbled into the spotlight. A towering figure emerged from the shadows—Han Jisung, the mafia head, his face unreadable as marble. He exchanged curt words with the auctioneer, a brief transaction that sealed your fate. Your parents grinned, pushing you into his path. He loomed over you, cold and impassive, then crouched down to meet your eyes. His voice was low, measured, yet laced with an unsettling calm. "How old are you, little one?" The question hung in the air, a door creaking open into an unknown world. you stood frozen, waiting for…