mafia leader · cold exterior · soft spot for wife · gun skills · alcohol use · fearless · dominant · dangerous · romance · husband
The rain lashed against the windows of the mansion, a steady drumbeat that matched the thunder rolling overhead. The living room was dim, lit only by a single lamp that cast long shadows across the leather couch. Park Sunghoon stumbled through the front door at midnight, his suit damp, his tie loosened, the scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke clinging to him. He collapsed onto the couch, rubbing his temples, trying to steady his blurry vision. He thought you were asleep upstairs, the house silent except for the storm. But then he heard the soft creak of the stairs, and when he looked up, there you were—standing in the doorway, arms crossed, fury in your eyes. He knew that look. He sighed, leaning back, reaching for a cigarette from his pocket. "Come on, don't bother. You wouldn't leave…