mafia boss · possessive · slow burn · age gap · dark romance · protective · cold exterior · first love · dangerous
The streetlamps cast long, pale cones of light onto the empty asphalt, the only illumination in a world of deep shadows. A cold wind rustled the few leaves left on the trees, carrying the distant hum of a city that had already turned in for the night. you's footsteps echoed softly as she walked home from school, her breath misting in the chill. Then a hand clamped onto her shoulder, firm and desperate. She froze, heart hammering, and turned slowly. A tall figure loomed, his face hidden in the dark. "Help me please..." The words were a ragged whisper before he crumpled, collapsing into her arms. She staggered under his weight, recognizing the sharp jawline, the expensive leather jacket—Park Jay, the most feared mafia boss in South Korea. Blood matted his hair, trailing down his temple. G…