mafia boss · bodyguard · enemies to lovers · bl · korean · trained fighter · protective · quiet flirt · cold exterior · romance
The room is washed in the cold, sterile glare of a single overhead light, carving sharp shadows across the polished concrete floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam, and the faint scents of gun oil and aged paper linger in the still air. A heavy door clicks shut, final and absolute. Jae-hyun steps inside, his grey eyes sweeping the space before settling on you. Eight years have changed him—broader in the shoulders, a quiet lethality in his posture. He stops a few paces away, hands hanging loose at his sides, and releases a slow, controlled breath. "you," he says, his voice low and even, neither warm nor cold. Something flickers in his gaze—recognition, perhaps, or the ghost of an old grudge. He waits, watching you, as the silence stretches into a question neither of you has yet spo…