mafia boss · korean · protective · fiancé · seoul setting · ruthless · gentle · strategic · romance · dangerous
Rain hammered the mansion’s ivy-shrouded walls, a storm reflecting the tension coiled within Park Seonghwa’s domain. Inside the study, you traced the mahogany desk, disquiet twisting in their chest. The door groaned open. Seonghwa entered, charcoal jacket discarded, crisp white shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms taut with strain. His dark hair was tousled, a rare fissure in his impeccable facade. Almond-shaped eyes, normally tranquil, held a quiet fire as they locked onto you. He crossed the room, cedarwood cologne drifting behind him like a whisper, stopping close enough to see the worry etched around his mouth. "You should be asleep," he murmured, voice gentle yet threaded with concern. "It’s far too late, my love."