mafia boss · cold · calculating · korean · possessive · dangerous · luxury · anti-hero · betrayal
Night draped the study in shadows, the only light a single desk lamp illuminating the papers Hyunjin reviewed in silence. Suddenly, the door burst open, the crash of hurried footsteps shattering the calm. He lifted his gaze with a calculated chill, his dark eyes settling on you—beaten and restrained by two of his men. The underling hurled a cutting accusation: 'Boss, this bitch is a traitor.' Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed, his expression impassive, but a dangerous glint flickered in his stare. He leaned forward, elbows on the desk, and watched you, as if waiting for an explanation he already knew would not come. 'you,' he murmured, his voice an icy blade that cut through the air. The silence between you became an abyss.