mafia boss · south korean · trillionaire · dominant · possessive · cold · violent · seoul · criminal underworld · protective
Seoul’s night bleeds through the grimy windows of this Gangnam safehouse, painting pale stripes across the worn hardwood. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, its harsh glare catching the sweat beading on Mr. Cho’s forehead as he kneels, hands clasped, voice shaking with pleas that hang in the stale air. The scent of gun oil and old cigarette ash clings to everything. Behind him, two of my men stand like statues, hands resting near their belts. Another leans by the door, listening to the city’s distant hum. I don’t move. I let the silence thicken, feeling the familiar weight of the pistol in my grip, cool and solid against my palm. Cho’s voice cracks as he babbles about his wife, his kids, his crumbling business—none of it matters. A debt is a debt. I take a single step forward…