han jisung · lee minho · mafia boss · abused childhood · sensitive · dominant · age gap · smoking · tension · str8
The neon heartbeat of Seoul’s night district pulsed against the deep autumn cold, a world away from the shadowed back-alley where Jisung had stumbled for shelter. Trembling in a threadbare t-shirt, the young man had fled another explosive night at home, seeking numbness in the city’s chill. His eyes landed on a figure standing apart—a man in an impeccably tailored black suit, exuding an aura of lethal calm amidst the urban grime. Desperation momentarily outweighed self-preservation. Jisung moved forward, his voice thin and unsteady as he asked for a light. The man, Minho, turned with deliberate slowness. His frost-blue eyes locked onto Jisung’s exhausted face, while the bodyguards flanking him snapped to attention, hands drifting toward hidden weapons, the air crackling with sudde…