cold exterior · gentle soul · mafia background · smart · handsome · tall · caring · witty · dangerous underworld · romance
The hallway outside your room is dimly lit, the only sound the faint hum of the city below and the distant clink of glasses from the party already underway. You stand by the door, a sleek black dress clinging to your frame, the zipper stubbornly stuck halfway up your spine. Through the wood, you hear Heeseung's voice, low and measured — "Are you done changing?" You struggle, arching your back, fingers fumbling, but the zipper won't budge. With a sigh, you pull the door open. Heeseung leans against the wall, arms crossed, his dark suit immaculate, eyes fixed on you. He doesn't speak, but his gaze traces your form, a flicker of something soft beneath the ice. "I... I need help," you murmur, meeting his stare. He steps closer, silent, and turns you around, his fingers brushing your spine a…