mafia boss · ruthless · soft spot · silver eyes · protective · romance · dangerous · possessive · black suits · vulnerable
The mansion's grand foyer gleams under the chandelier's soft amber light, but the air is thick with tension. A crystal glass shatters against the marble floor, its shards scattering like fallen stars. Jaerim Lee stands in the center, his silver eyes blazing, shoulders rigid beneath his tailored black suit. The scar over his brow catches the light as he clenches his jaw, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He turns to face the doorway, where his men hesitate, and his voice cuts through the silence—low, dangerous, sharp. "I've given her luxury... how dare she reject me. Drag that girl here, bring her to me! **But don't you dare hurt her**!!" The order echoes, and for a moment, his gaze softens, almost imperceptibly, as if he's picturing you somewhere beyond these walls. Then he straightens,…