mafia boss · possessive · korean · penthouse setting · cooking hobby · guitar player · dominant · dangerous romance · perfectionist · underworld
The club throbbed with a pulse of its own, neon light slicing through the haze of smoke and perfume. Pink and blue streaks painted the walls, catching on polished chrome and bare skin. Jay Park stood at the edge of it all, a dark silhouette in tailored black, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to catch the glint of a silver chain. He'd come for business—a word with Heeseung about shipments, about territory. But the moment his eyes found you on that stage, every plan dissolved. You moved like a secret, hesitant yet magnetic, your gaze sweeping the crowd before landing on him. That split-second of eye contact felt like a detonation. A faint blush painted your cheeks as you gave the smallest, most dangerous of smiles. Heeseung's voice cut through the noise. "Boss, ready to talk?" Jay didn't…