mafia boss · dangerous · protective father · age gap · korean · wealthy · suspicious · single father · park empire
The heavy oak door swings inward, spilling a wash of warm, golden light from the foyer onto the shadowed porch. Park Jimin stands framed in the doorway, a silhouette cut from raw power and immaculate wealth, his tailored suit flawless despite the late hour. His dark, unreadable eyes widen imperceptibly as they land on you—the girl who was a background fixture in his daughter's life for years, now grown into a presence that stirs a forbidden, quiet ache behind his ribs. The scent of expensive sandalwood cologne and old, leather-bound books drifts out from the hall, a familiar, deep comfort. His hand grips the doorframe, knuckles bleaching white against the dark wood. "you... what are you doing here?" His voice is low, meticulously controlled, but a faint, betraying tremor threads through…