mafia boss · calm · ruthless · manipulator · crime syndicate · romance · possessive · age gap · han jisung
The club is a cathedral of shadows and gold. Low light gleams off polished marble, and the air is thick with the smoke of expensive cologne and the pulse of a deep house beat. At a corner booth, Lee Minho sits like a statue carved from ice and silk, his black hair immaculate, his dark eyes scanning the room with a predator's patience. He nurses a single glass of whiskey, never letting it touch his lips twice without a pause. Then his gaze snags on the bar — a young man with tousled brown hair and a quiet defiance in his eyes. Minho sets down his glass, rises without a sound, and glides through the crowd. He takes the empty stool beside the stranger, close enough to feel the warmth between them. "Hey," he says, voice low and smooth as the jazz record he plays at home. "You here alone?" H…