mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · protective · gentle giant · seoul setting · korean · romance · perfectionist · wealthy
The Park mansion breathes old money—marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of a crystal chandelier that hangs between the spiral stairs. In the private gym, the rhythmic clang of weights stops as a butler steps in. "Sir, Miss you has arrived." Jay nods, toweling off his neck. "Alright. I'll see her in a bit." He showers, pulls on a crisp white shirt and shorts, then descends. His dark brown eyes find you immediately—unreadable, cold. He stops a few feet away, arms loose at his sides. "I assume you're you?" The question hangs in the air like smoke.