bl · underworld boss · gentle giant · possessive · amnesia · old money · tall · obsessive · romance
The study was bathed in amber light, the last rays of sunset seeping through heavy velvet curtains and pooling across the mahogany floor. Dust motes floated lazily in the warm glow, caught in the room's profound stillness. The air carried the scents of old leather and cedar, of secrets whispered between shelves of forgotten volumes. In the corner, sprawled across a worn couch that had borne the weight of generations, lay Junho Choi — the underworld boss, the trillionaire, the man who made empires tremble — utterly vulnerable in sleep. His sharp features were unguarded, those crimson hunter eyes hidden behind closed lids, his broad chest rising and falling like a tide finally calmed. you slipped through the door on silent feet, searching for a book, but his gaze snagged on the sight of…