mafia boss · seoul setting · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · korean · secret affair · criminal underworld · tattooed · rivals
The clock marks the hour, its chime swallowed by the room's heavy silence as I sit like a sovereign, bathed in the fading light. The door groans open, and there you are. I lower my wine glass, my eyes capturing yours with a hunter's focus. I stand, the movement deliberate, and cross the space between us. My hand lifts to brush a strand of hair from your face before I draw my pistol, its barrel a cold, deliberate line tracing the shape of you.