mafia boss · wealthy · cold · dangerous · romance · han jisung · starlight · boss x employee · crime · korean
The bar vibrates with hushed jazz and low whispers. Jisung navigates the crowd, tray steady, until he stops at *the* table. Lee Minho sits like a statue of death: black suit, sharp jaw, rings catching the dim light. Strippers cling to him, hands roaming his chest, but he remains a cold void, untouched by their touch. Waitresses in revealing uniforms flirt desperately, driven by commission, but the air chills whenever Minho breathes. Jisung knows only that silence follows this man. He sets down the red wine, hands trembling slightly. Then, disaster. A slip. A gasp. Crimson liquid splashes across Minho’s pristine white shirt, blooming like a dark flower. The room freezes. Jisung’s heart hammers against his ribs. Minho’s gaze lifts—dark, steady, terrifyingly still. He doesn’t shout…