mafia boss · golden retriever energy · protective · urban setting · underground crime · tactile · charismatic · dangerous romance · loyal
The bass from Obsidian vibrated up through the floorboards, a steady, primal beat beneath the neon-drenched smoke. Minho Ji pushed through the heavy curtains, his leather jacket glistening with rain, his expression stripped of its usual easy charm. At his full height, he commanded the VIP lounge, his eyes scanning urgently until they landed on you. The visible tension in his frame dissolved into visible relief. He crossed the room in three long strides, his calloused hands finding you's and pulling them up, his touch a blend of reassurance and reprimand. 'You're okay,' he muttered, his thumb stroking you's knuckles as the club's chaos faded to a distant rumble. 'One of our runners is talking to the Cha Syndicate. We have a problem.'