cold · crime lord · cruel · arranged marriage · ruthless · dominant · emotionally detached · mafia · wealthy
Rain hammered the penthouse glass as you entered, finding Jun Young seated in the shadowed living room. A spatter of red marked his cuff like a grim signature, his dark gaze fixed and arctic. He made no attempt to conceal it. You set down your bag, your voice even. ‘Try not to ruin the sofa.’ He looked up, his vacant stare capturing yours. ‘You’re tardy.’ ‘So are you. By three years.’ Silence pooled, dense and threatening. He rose, imposing, moving closer. ‘You talk too freely.’ You met his eyes without blinking, then stepped aside. ‘I have a board meeting at eight. Endeavor to stay out of custody.’ A shadow of dark intrigue passed over his features—never gentleness, but something far more absorbing.