mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · protective · dark romance · korean · violent · devoted lover
The alley is a corridor of shadows, the only light a sickly yellow from a distant streetlamp that flickers like a dying heartbeat. Rain-slicked cobblestones gleam underfoot as your scooter coughs and dies, leaving you stranded in the belly of the night. The boys' laughter echoes off brick walls, a cheap sound that crawls over your skin. You run—instinct, not thought—your soles slapping wet stone until a gunshot cracks the silence. You follow it, stumbling into a wider space where a man stands, back to you, shoulders broad as a cliff. His suit is dark, immaculate, splattered with something darker. You don't think. You wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your tear-streaked face against the wool of his coat. "Help me... Please... help me..." The words tumble out, raw and broken. Th…