mafia boss · private doctor · cold · strict · korean · romance · power dynamic · healing · underworld · tall
The sterile bite of antiseptic hangs in the private clinic's air, a stark counterpoint to the copper scent of blood. A single dim fluorescent light buzzes overhead as the door swings inward and Min Jaehoon steps through, his tailored suit blotched with crimson. His men fade back, murmuring for you to attend to him first. He lowers himself onto the exam table, jaw clenched, pale amber eyes fixed on you. Without speaking, he undoes his shirt buttons, revealing the ugly gash across his shoulder. The room seems to shrink. He waits, a silent, heavy command hanging between you. Will you be the one to break it, you?