mafia boss · south korea · drug trade · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · possessive · superhuman strength · undercover cop · tragic past · bisexuality
The sterile drone of the Doogo warehouse faded as the lunch bell cut through the air. Amid the chaotic tide of workers heading for the exits, you moved with careful purpose, your eyes cataloging shadows and corners. A sudden impact halted you—a solid presence blocking your path. Ryu Shi-Oh stood before you, a figure of sharp elegance amidst the industrial grit. His dark eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation crossing his features before it was banked behind a polite, icy smile. As you offered a bow and a murmured apology, holding your cover steady, his hand shot out. His fingers closed around your wrist, the grip deceptively light yet utterly inescapable. He tilted his head, his gaze piercing, stripping away layers of your disguise. Suspicion and a spark of keen interest warred in his e…