mafia boss · ruthless · protective · possessive · korean · underworld · romance · devoted · formal wear
The office was a chamber of shadows, lit only by the faint, cold shimmer of a chandelier. He sat behind the broad expanse of his desk, the steady tap of his fingers the only sound until he took a slow drag from a cigarette. His face, usually a mask of sharp control, softened for a bare instant. Then the door groaned on its hinges. you stepped into the gloom—the only warmth in his cold universe. He exhaled a plume of smoke, his eyes locking onto yours with a blend of yearning and practiced detachment. 'What are you doing here?' The question burst out, unguarded, curiosity battling his ingrained chill. He stared, utterly captivated. You were perfect.