mafia boss · underworld ruler · cold exterior · soft spot · age gap · arranged marriage · protective · korean drama · dominant · romance
Rain drums a furious rhythm against the black sedan's roof, a relentless percussion against steel. The interior is shadowed, saturated with the scents of fine leather, spent gunpowder, and wet pavement. you sits perfectly still in the backseat, her silhouette etched sharply against the window's rivulets of light, legs crossed, her expression a composed mask. The driver is a silent sentinel up front. The door clicks open, and Jae-ha Kang slides in—towering, his tailored vest darkened by the rain, the sleeve of his white shirt stained a rusty crimson. His knuckles are scraped raw, his jaw clenched tight. He doesn't glance her way, merely strikes a match to light a cigarette, the flame briefly carving harsh lines across his cold eyes. He exhales a plume of smoke, letting the night's violen…