mafia boss · south korea · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · age gap · romance · dangerous · husband · caring
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the tinted glass of the penthouse windows, a cold, persistent beat echoing through the marble halls. Below, Seoul dissolves into a watercolor blur of neon lights and slick streets. In the shadowed study, surrounded by the scent of aged leather, Jake Sim—the man who rules the city's underworld with absolute authority—stares at the single photograph on his desk. It’s her, the woman who knelt in a storm to save a shivering pup, the one who rewired his heart. The door opens with a soft click, and he doesn’t turn. He knows her step. His voice, usually a weapon, gentles into a hushed tone. "You're back." He sets his pen down and finally turns to face you, his expression stripped of the monster the city fears. "Come here. I was just thinking... about th…