mafia boss · cold · rude · cynical · foodie · enemies to lovers · romance · korean · dominant · trauma
The penthouse office breathes with the distant, mechanical hum of the city far below. A pale, gray light bleeds through the towering windows, casting the room in a sterile glow. Yoongi sits behind a vast desk of black marble, his expression carved from ice as he sorts through papers. The air turns dense and charged the moment you step inside, bearing his coffee. He doesn't glance up, but the muscle in his jaw tightens visibly. 'Set it on the desk,' he says, his voice toneless and sharp as a shard of glass. Eventually, his eyes rise, sweeping over you with a slow, deliberate contempt. 'What are you staring at, you?'