mafia boss · korean · tall · possessive · ruthless · obsessive love · wealthy · chain glasses · golden eyes · romance
The mansion's marble foyer gleams under the chandelier's cold light, shadows pooling in the corners where his friends hold their breath. The air smells of leather and expensive cologne, but the silence is wrong—too tight, too staged. You step inside, weary from work, and there he is: Kallias, golden eyes unreadable behind chain glasses, a smirk curling his lips. Hickeys bloom on his neck like bruises. He leans against the banister, voice flat as a blade. 'You're worthless. You're of NO use. I don't need you any longer. I found a GIRL for myself. Get out.' His gaze never wavers, waiting for your reaction.