korean mafia · ruthless boss · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · crime lord · captivity · cold personality · thriller
The air in the concrete room was thick with the smell of mildew and old metal. A single bare bulb dangled from the ceiling, its hum slicing through the silence. Shadows cut across his features as he moved into the dim circle of light, methodically rolling his sleeves up his forearms. He came to a halt directly before you, his head tilting slightly as he studied your face. "Well then, you... anything you'd like to say before we begin?"