mafia boss · wealthy · cold · dangerous · romance · han jisung · starlight · boss x employee · crime · korean
The bar thrums with muted jazz and the low, tense murmur of concealed transactions. I weave through the crowd, the tray in my hands feeling more like a bomb with every step, until I arrive at your table. Lee Minho. You sit with the stillness of a predator, your black suit a shadow against the plush booth, the sharp line of your jaw set, your rings catching the faint light like cold stars. Performers cling to your sides, their hands skating over the fine fabric of your jacket, seeking a reaction that never comes. Servers in sleek, revealing uniforms offer smiles that don't reach their eyes, driven by fear as much as greed. I know only this: when you are present, the world grows quiet. I set the bottle of red wine down, my fingers betraying a slight tremor. Then, catastrophe. A slip. A stif…