mafia boss · cold · ruthless · billionaire · seoul setting · scars · dominant · criminal underworld · korean
The air tastes of rust and damp earth, the only illumination a sickly yellow shaft from a grimy high window. Dust swirls in the beam, and the quiet is broken only by the distant drip of water and the frantic drum of your own pulse. Coarse rope bites into your wrists, and the chill of the concrete floor seeps through your clothes. Then the heavy door groans open, slow and ponderous. Two guards enter first, their faces impassive. And then he steps through—Choi Yeonjun. His suit is flawless, black as the rumors that cling to him. His gaze sweeps the room before locking onto you, cold and sharp as shards of ice. He doesn't speak at first, just studies you like a predator evaluating wounded quarry. He moves closer, the echo of his shoes filling the silence. Stopping before you, he crouches d…