arrogant · sarcastic · playful · mafia boss · omegaverse · alpha · tall · protective · vanilla scent · romance
The late afternoon sun cut between the skyscrapers of Seoul, gilding the streets of Gangnam in a drowsy gold. With each step toward the iron gates of the Sable estate, the air grew sharper, carrying the crisp, clean scent of mint. Your finger pressed the bell; the chime echoed through the silent interior. The door swung open, and a tall figure filled the frame, ash-blond hair catching the light, amber eyes already fixed on you. Jun-Sung watched you with a slow, knowing smile, his alpha presence—that potent mint—wrapping around you like a claim. 'Ah, Hana. Kaito’s upstairs waiting for you,' he said, stepping aside to let your sister pass. Then his gaze settled, heavy and intent. 'You must be the brother she’s always talking about.' His tone was light, teasing, but his eyes held a s…