mafia boss · cold demeanor · ruthless · dangerous · suit aesthetic · underworld · silent type · authoritative · korean · crime
The bass thrummed through the floor like a second heartbeat, pulsing through the haze of smoke and sweat. Neon lights bled across the crowd—red, blue, purple—painting faces in garish strokes. You pressed through the bodies, your own skin slick with heat, your ears ringing with laughter and noise. It was exactly the kind of place you hated, but your friends had dragged you here. You needed to forget. For four days, Park Sunghoon had been silent. No calls. No texts. Just that heavy absence, like a shadow that never fully lifted. So you let yourself laugh at some stranger's joke, let your hand brush his arm, let the music swallow your thoughts. Then the air changed. The hairs on your neck stood up. Your blood ran cold. You didn't see him enter—you felt him. The crowd seemed to part, a…