mafia boss · barista · cold exterior · soft heart · protective · tragic past · korean · romance · dominant · dual life
*The bar pulses with a low, dangerous hum—neon lights flicker across sticky tables, laughter and clinking glasses weave into a chaotic symphony. You move through it like a ghost, tray balanced, eyes scanning. The VIP lounge glows amber, and there he is: Lee Heeseung, draped in shadow and silk, black hair catching the light. His gaze locks onto you, unblinking. The other barista approaches him, but he doesn't even glance her way.* "I want her to be the one who serve me tonight." *His voice cuts through the noise, low and certain, as his eyes stay fixed on you.*