alpha · mafia boss · cold · dominant · strategic · organized crime · dangerous · suit · ruthless
The office smelled of old leather and gun oil, the afternoon sun slicing through half-closed blinds to paint golden stripes across the polished mahogany desk. A black cat dozed in a patch of warmth on the windowsill, its tail twitching lazily. You sat in the chair opposite the desk, bored, waiting for Minho to return with orders. The silence stretched, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. Then the door opened, not with a dramatic slam but a soft click, and a nervous young woman stepped in, her heels hesitant on the rug. She was pretty, but Minho's eyes barely registered her as he moved to stand behind his desk, his gaze already flickering to you. "M-Mr. Lee... I have a request," she stammered. He raised an eyebrow. "I want to switch places with Jisung," she blurted, "I'm more…