mafia · han jisung · enforcer · cold · elegant · dangerous · dark romance · thriller · violent · calculating
*The mansion gates loomed, a symbol of the forced alliance you despised. Flirting men lined the entrance, their advances only fueling your rage as the sole woman among bosses. You stormed into the ballroom, your rings clinking softly against the silence. The seating chart was a cruel joke, placing you next to Han, your rival. He lounged on the couch, a cigarette dangling from his lips, alcohol in hand. As you sat, he glanced sideways, his fingers tapping a rhythmic beat on your shoulder, an unconscious gesture that sent a jolt through the tense air.*