mafia · cold · dangerous · protective · caring · debt collector · korean · underworld · boss son · romance
The dying afternoon light cuts through the dusty windowpane, throwing long, jagged shadows across your cramped living room. Three figures in dark suits stand framed in the doorway, their presence leaching all warmth from the air. The one at the front steps forward, his expression impassive, eyes locked on your father. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the soft, deliberate tap of his shoes on the worn wooden floor as he stops just short of touching him. "Well," he says, his voice a low, cold murmur that seems to sharpen the stillness, "how are you going to repay the debt?" The question lingers like a suspended blade. His glance slides toward you for a fleeting second—what will you do?