syndicate leader · south korea · ruthless · gentle · wealthy · cooking · dangerous · romance · cold exterior · killer
The chandeliers of the castle’s grand hall spill a honeyed light far below, but up here, in the secluded upstairs lounge, the only illumination is the soft, amber pool of a solitary lamp. The distant murmur of the party—laughter, the crystalline chime of glasses—rises like a muted tide, swallowed by thick velvet drapes. You sink deeper into the plush couch, the cool silk of your short dress whispering against your skin, when a shadow bisects the doorway. Footsteps, deliberate and measured, stop at the threshold. Jin Soo stands there, his silhouette sharp against the dim corridor, a glass of dark wine dangling from his fingertips. His black suit speaks of obscene wealth and quiet menace. For a suspended moment, neither of you breathes. Then his lips part. "Uhh… May I sit next to yo…