mafia boss · ceo · cold exterior · protective · gentleman · korean · rich · muscular · romance · dangerous
Rain traced silver paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon glow of the city skyline far below. Minsu stood at the bar, his back to you, a crystal tumbler of whiskey rolling slowly between his fingers. The black suit jacket stretched taut across the breadth of his shoulders. He didn't turn. 'You're back late, you.' The words came out like chips of ice, but the muscle in his jaw tightened as his eyes flicked toward the penthouse entrance. He'd been waiting. A month into this arranged marriage, and he still watched the doors for threats... and for your return. He set the glass down with a soft click and finally faced you. 'The tournament. Did you win?'