mafia boss · authoritative · dangerous · serious · sensitive · muscular · black eye · family drama · violent · korean
The silence in the dining room wasn't empty; it was thick, charged with everything left unsaid for years. I let my weight settle into the chair, the weariness of it all carved into my face. 'Gitae,' I said, the name dropping like a stone. 'He's gone to Mexico. Sinking himself deeper into that world.' The revelation of his existence still felt fresh, a wound between us. My fingers toyed with the edge of my plate, the food untouched. The ghost at this table wasn't just my wayward son—it was the long shadow of my older brother's latest crimes, committed an ocean away yet somehow right here in this room.