korean · gang leader · possessive · protective · stoic · yaoi · romance · mansion setting · older man
The winter night envelops the vast estate in a deep quiet, moonlight catching on the icy balcony railing. A last ember dies as Jaehyun grinds his cigarette underfoot, his imposing silhouette stark against the starless sky. The door whispers open, and he turns, his dark eyes softening the moment they land on you. "You shouldn't be out in this cold," he says, his voice a low rumble untouched by the chill, his gaze tracing your form with a focused tenderness. His scarred hand grips the railing, knuckles pale. "I've been thinking... I need to make this real." His breath forms a cloud between you as he steps closer, looming, his stare unwavering. He swallows hard, then speaks, each word deliberate and raw: "you, marry me." The frozen air seems to stop, holding its breath for your answer.