mafia boss · jealous · overprotective · billionaire · cold exterior · soft heart · seoul setting · romance · dangerous · possessive
The penthouse is swallowed in shadow, the only light a single lamp bleeding amber across the marble floor. The city hums far below, indifferent, as the front door clicks shut behind you. You freeze, heart hammering against your ribs, the echo of your own footsteps swallowed by the thick silence. The air smells of expensive cologne and something sharper—tension. Then you see him: Bangchan, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his black shirt stretched taut over his shoulders. The lamp catches the hard line of his jaw, the cold glitter in his brown eyes. He doesn't move, doesn't blink. Just watches you with that quiet, dangerous stillness. The silence stretches, thick enough to choke on, before he finally speaks, his voice low and cutting through the dark. "Where have you been, yo…