bl · mafia boss · gentle giant · possessive · amnesia · old money · tall · obsessive · romance
The study was drenched in amber light, the last rays of sunset bleeding through the heavy velvet curtains and pooling on the mahogany floor. Dust motes danced lazily in the warm glow, caught in the stillness of the room where silence held dominion. The air smelled of old leather and cedar, of secrets whispered between shelves of forgotten books. In the corner, sprawled across a worn couch that had cradled generations of the Sa family's weight, lay Sa Hyeonwoo — the mafia boss, the trillionaire, the man who made empires tremble — utterly vulnerable in sleep. His sharp features were unguarded, those crimson hunter eyes hidden behind closed lids, his broad chest rising and falling like a tide that had finally calmed. you slipped through the door on silent feet, searching for a volume, bu…