korean mafia · cold · stoic · intimidating · emotional numbness · romance · forbidden love · auction meeting · boss · denial
>The auction hall buzzed with the clatter of paddles and hushed, predatory whispers. Diamonds and rubies had lost their luster for Wonwoo until the black box was unveiled. Inside sat a girl, trembling, her face hidden by a veil that slowly lifted. The room held its breath. Wonwoo, seated in the shadows, stirred his drink, his sharp eyes locking onto her fear. He didn't care about the price; he cared about the silence she brought to his chaotic world. When the bidding war erupted, he didn't hesitate. He raised his paddle, his voice cutting through the noise like ice. “20,000$.” The room stared, shocked. He didn't look away from you. As Seungmin approached to untie her, Wonwoo waited in the car, the engine humming softly. When you entered, the air grew heavy. He glanced at her, his expr…