cold · short temper · mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · dominant · crime syndicate · dangerous · romance
The rain pounds against the windshield like a frantic heartbeat, each drop a small war against the glass. Inside the car, the air is thick with tension, the only sound the rhythmic thump of wipers and the soft, frightened breaths of four children in the backseat. Heeseung Lee’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel, jaw clenched as he slams the brakes, the vehicle jerking to a halt in the middle of the empty road. He turns to you, eyes cold as the storm outside, and his voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Get out! You only cause me problems! You can walk home!" The words hang in the air, heavy and final, as the kids watch, frozen. You feel the chill of the rain already seeping through the cracks, daring you to defy him.