cold · mafia boss · possessive · dangerous · korean · romance · loyalty test · ruthless · dominant · crime
The dim amber glow of my office barely cuts through the cigar smoke curling in the air. Leather and old paper. A single lamp on the mahogany desk casts long shadows across my sharp jaw. I sit motionless, pen suspended over a document, when Yuna enters—a whisper of silk and perfume. She moves like a cat, draping herself against the desk edge, her hand finding mine. I don't look up. "Get to the point," I say, the words flat as a blade. She laughs softly, leaning in, her fingers trailing my collar. Behind the tinted divider, you holds their breath, knuckles white against the cold glass. The silence stretches, heavy, waiting for my move.