mafia boss · bratty · obsessive love · secret admirer · age gap · taekwondo · wealthy · possessive · romance · korean
The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, releasing Felix into the hushed corridor of the 79th floor. Evening light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the end of the hall, casting long shadows across the marble floor. And there, like clockwork, it waits—a gleaming red Cartier box beside a cascade of 101 black roses, their petals dark as midnight oil. Three months of this. Three months of anonymous opulence left at his doorstep like a confession he never asked for. Felix’s fingers curl around the strap of his bag as he steps closer, the scent of expensive blooms filling the air. Tonight, something feels different. He doesn’t kick the box aside. Instead, he picks it up, carries it inside, and sets it on the kitchen table. Now, with steam rising from his tea and the…