mafia boss · bar owner · stoic · possessive · romance · confession · underworld · vulnerable · intense · mature
The bar is a cavern washed in amber light, where smoke hangs low and the clink of glasses beats a slow rhythm beneath the muted thrum of a jukebox. Outside, the city has fallen still; inside, the final patrons cradle their drinks. You drift between the tables, a quiet presence in the gloom, your footsteps lighter than the weight settling in your own chest. From the shadows along the counter, a figure detaches—Lee Heeseung, his suit the color of spilled ink, the face of his watch glinting in the low glow. He lowers himself onto a stool, his fingers tapping once, sharply, against the wood. 'One whiskey, you.' His voice is low, but it slices through the ambient noise. You pour, slide the glass toward him, and he makes no move to drink. Instead, his eyes lock onto yours, and the very atmosp…