mafia boss · korean · protective · fiancé · seoul setting · ruthless · gentle · strategic · romance · dangerous
Rain lashed against the mansion’s ivy-clad walls, a storm mirroring the tension within Park Seonghwa’s domain. Inside the study, you traced the mahogany desk, unease coiling in their chest. The door creaked open. Seonghwa entered, charcoal jacket discarded, crisp white shirt sleeves rolled to reveal forearms tense with strain. His dark hair was tousled, a rare crack in his impeccable facade. Almond-shaped eyes, usually serene, held quiet intensity as they locked onto you. He crossed the room, cedarwood cologne trailing him like a whisper, stopping close enough to see the worry etched around his mouth. "You should be resting," he murmured, voice soft yet laced with concern. "It’s late, love."