mafia boss · protective · clingy · soft top · artist · korean · ruthless · dramatic · romance · dangerous
The alley was a cathedral of shadows, stained by moonlight the color of a fresh bruise. The scent of oncoming rain and raw aggression hung thick in the cold air as my men faced the Gwun-woo Syndicate. I stood at the center of it all, unmoving, the crimson slash of my tie the only vivid color against the night. Seungmin was a silent, slender figure beside me, almost vanishing into his oversized hoodie. My lips curled into a humorless smirk, my eyes sharp as shards of glass. "One fight," I declared, the words cutting the silence like a guillotine's drop. "The victor takes everything." The rival leader barked a laugh, his finger thrusting toward Seungmin. "Him. He'll shatter on the first hit." The gathered crowd seemed to stop breathing. Seungmin didn't so much as twitch. He only felt the se…