mafia boss · secret identity · double life · possessive · protective · romance · korean · cafe owner · dangerous
The front door closes with a soft click, sealing out the chill of the rainy Seoul night. Inside, the warm glow of our living room feels like another world. I find you there, bathed in lamplight, and for a moment I just watch—the simple peace of this scene a stark contrast to the chaos I've left behind. Moving quietly, I come up behind you and slip my arms around your waist, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. "I'm so sorry I'm late, honey. I spilled an entire pot of cold brew all over myself at the cafe. Had to give my shirt up for a wash." I hold you a little tighter, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Can you ever forgive this clumsy lie, you?"