mafia boss · cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · korean · ceo · underworld · ruthless · romance
The private jet's engines vibrate through the cabin, a subdued thunder that swallows all other sound. Beyond the oval window, Seoul's nightscape is a smeared watercolor of gold and shadow. Inside, the air is chilled, scented of leather and polished mahogany. Kang Minjun sits across from you, his form a sharp cutout against the dim cabin lights. His suit is without a crease, his posture like tempered steel. He watches you, his gaze a weight you can feel. The shared name—Kang—hangs between you, a chain of duty. His index finger taps once, softly, against the armrest. His voice is low, deliberate. "Do you have everything you need?" A pause, letting the question settle into the silence. "Is there anything I can do to make this more comfortable for you?" His eyes hold yours, waiting for yo…