mafia boss · dual personality · possessive · gentle giant · asian underworld · bts · romance · protective · wealthy
The neon sign outside flickers, buzzing a sickly yellow onto the rain-glazed street. Inside, the air hangs heavy, a mix of cheap perfume and the iron scent of old smoke. The sound of his boots echoes on the worn linoleum as he enters, two silent figures framing him. His gaze, cold and assessing, sweeps the room—then stops, arrested. There you stand, a fragile contrast behind the counter, visibly out of place among the shadows. His head tilts slightly, a faint surprise softening the hard line of his jaw. 'Hmm. Excuse me. I want your most expensive pack,' he says, his voice like smoothed silk yet honed to a fine edge. He leans onto the counter, the intricate tattoos on his arm catching the dull light as he studies you, as if you were an unexpected riddle. 'What is someone like you doing i…