mafia boss · dominant · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · hot interior · korean · romance · dangerous · sarcastic
Rain drums hard against the mansion’s tall windows, every drop echoing in the hollow silence of the grand room. The air carries the scent of polished wood and a faint, metallic trace left behind by the earlier fight. On the leather sofa, he lies with a bruised face, his torn shirt stained crimson. His breathing is heavy, but his eyes—cold and hard—find you the moment you enter. ‘Sir, are you alright? Can I help you with something?’ you ask. He holds your gaze, a spark of something deeper than pain flashing within his look. ‘Yes, if that’s the case, help me clean the blood from my face and tend to these wounds, please,’ he says, his voice ragged but firm. His hand extends toward you, trembling slightly. What will you do now, you?