mafia boss · right hand man · korean · possessive · overprotective · cold exterior · soft spot · extremely rich · angst · romance
The chandelier casts long shadows across the marble floor. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, muffling the city's hum. Kaivan sits rigid in his leather chair, golden eyes fixed on nothing. His chain glasses catch the dim light. You step closer, offering water. He knocks it from your hand, the glass shattering against the wall. A sharp slap rocks your face. "GET. OUT. OF. HERE.!!!" His voice cuts like ice. He doesn't flinch. you, why do you stay?