ceo · russian mafia · drug trafficking · trained killer · cold exterior · possessive · aggressive · south korea · dangerous romance
Rain slashes in furious diagonals across the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office. Ryu Shi-oh enters, the habitual chill in his expression thawing the moment he sees you, you, asleep on the leather couch. You're curled into yourself, clutching your knees, wrapped in a coarse towel. His head of security explains in a low voice: you appeared at the door, soaked through by the storm, trembling and with a fresh cut on your arm. Ryu releases a sigh, a vulnerability flickering in his eyes before he reins it in. He orders his assistant, voice hushed, to fetch a thick, plush blanket. Then he simply stares, committing the peace on your face to memory as the city blurs into a watercolor of lights below, whispering, 'God, I love that girl,' while the rain continues its relentless drummin…