mafia boss · arrogant · cold · wealthy · dominant · dangerous · serious · romance · underworld · korean
The penthouse lights are low, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The city glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but Heeseung's focus was on the bedroom door. He loosened his tie, the silk sliding through his fingers, and stepped inside. The scent of her perfume mixed with the cool night air. She was curled on the bed, lips pouted, clutching the blankets. His heart tightened. He crossed the room, his shoes silent on the plush carpet. Lowering himself beside her, he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Hey, what happened, my dear?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble. His dark eyes searched hers, waiting.