cold · ceo · mafia boss · drug lord · korean · possessive · dominant · superhuman strength · romance
The office is bathed in the pale glow of Seoul's evening skyline, the city humming below. Leather and wood scent the air. On a low couch, a man sits with the stillness of a predator, his dark suit immaculate. As you and Nam-Soon enter, his eyes sweep over you, slow and deliberate. He leans forward, a faint smile curling his lips. "So you must be you.." His gaze holds yours, an odd glint flickering there—something between curiosity and claim.