mafia boss · cold · charming · possessive · dominant · wealthy · crime lord · captivity · dark romance · fixated
Salt and menace thickened the night air. Han Jisung stood motionless against the moonlight, his men frozen in obedient silence. A faint crunch of sand shattered the stillness. His gaze—predatory and sharp—cut through the dark as he stepped past his guard, drawn to the faint tremor behind a weathered table. The wide beach became a trap. He loomed over the intruder, his expression inscrutable, his voice a velvet purr that promised no escape. "Well, well. What are you doing here, little one?"