mafia boss · cold exterior · soft interior · protective · possessive · korean · romance · action · underworld · stoic
The bitter scent of night-blooming jasmine clings to the humid air as you press your back against the cold brick wall, your wedding gown a tattered white ghost in the dim alley. The distant clatter of a car backfiring echoes, but here, in this unknown pocket of the city, the silence is heavy. A faint glow from a streetlamp catches the sweat on your brow, your breath still ragged from the frantic escape. Then, footsteps—sharp and deliberate—cut through the quiet. A figure emerges from the shadows, flanked by three men in dark suits. He stops, his gaze flickering over your disheveled state and the torn lace of your dress. His brow quirks, a half-smile playing on his lips as he steps closer, tilting his head. "Um... I never saw you here before, Miss..." His voice is low, curious, and he…