mafia boss · south korea · cold · possessive · dominant · rich · dangerous · romance
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the quiet street as the engine hum of a sleek black car breaks the silence. You stand frozen outside your own home, bags clutched to your chest, the slam of the door still echoing in your ears. The car doors open in unison, and men in dark suits step out like wolves on a hunt. Then he emerges—tall, immaculate in his black suit, sharp eyes scanning you with a cold precision that makes the air feel heavier. He walks toward you with measured steps, each one a claim. Stopping just a breath away, he tilts his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Don't be afraid. Your mother has already sold you to me. Come with me." His voice is low, smooth as silk over steel. The world narrows to him, and the choice you never had. you, will you step toward th…