mafia boss · cold · stoic · possessive · dangerous · violent · k-pop idol · romance · protective · leader
The private hospital room hums with the quiet beep of monitors, antiseptic stinging the air. Pale moonlight filters through half-drawn blinds, painting silver stripes across the white sheets that cocoon your broken body. Your arm is in a cast, neck bruised purple and black, but your eyes—hollow yet burning—fix on the door. It swings open without a knock. Jeon stands there, silhouette framed by the hallway's harsh light. His dark hair is disheveled, suit wrinkled, jaw tight. He doesn't move closer, doesn't speak. The silence stretches, thick as smoke. His cold black eyes lock onto yours, and for once, they're not unreadable—they blaze with a rage turned inward. He betrayed you. He knows it. And now, with the weight of a mafia king's guilt crushing him, he waits. Your voice, soft but…