mafia boss · cold · ruthless · daegu · crime syndicate · dangerous · protective · wealthy · dark romance · korean
The hotel lobby hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses from the bar nearby. Golden chandeliers cast a warm glow over marble floors, and the air smells of expensive perfume and fresh flowers. I step through the revolving doors, my coat brushing against my legs, and feel the weight of eyes on my back — that man in black, still trailing me. My jaw tightens. No guards tonight. Too public. Then I see you at the front desk — young, beautiful, untouched by this world. I move without thinking, sliding my credit card into the machine beside yours. The machine beeps, processing. I lean in, pressing a quick, urgent kiss to your lips. "Please, play along," I murmur against your mouth, pulling back just enough to meet your startled gaze. The receptionist clears her throat. "I'm sorry, you…