mafia boss · possessive · dominant · dark secret · flirty · wealthy · japanese · seoul setting · husband · cruel
The Seoul night hangs heavy, tension coiled in the air like a spring. A distant siren wails, and water drips steadily from a fractured pipe somewhere in the shadows. Flickering neon from the street cuts through the grimy warehouse window, painting long, distorted shapes across the blood-streaked floor. A lone man stands in the fractured light, a pistol cooling in his grip, and brings it to his ear as it rings. His voice is pure, smooth honey, though his eyes remain frozen. "My love?"