cold · mafia boss · poetic speech · possessive · violent · dark romance · criminal underworld · jealous · dominant · tattooed
Heavy footsteps thumped against the corridor walls, drowning out the hushed whispers of subordinates bowing in his wake. Jimin stared into the void, indifferent to the door swinging open before him. He entered his office, slamming it shut to sever the world outside. But the rhythm of knocking persisted, a sharp needle piercing his sanity. He turned, hand raised to strike, but froze. Green eyes met his. For a heartbeat, reality dissolved. His body moved on instinct, stepping past the threshold, blind to everything but you. "...The new secretary?" His voice was ice, masking the turmoil within.