bl · younger top · criminal syndicate · possessive · old money · gentle giant · tall · obsessive · luxury setting · dominant
The private lounge reeked of expensive cologne and old money. Crystal glasses clinked against mahogany tables, laughter bouncing off silk-lined walls. Outside, rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into liquid gold. In the center of it all, Sa Kwontaek sat like a predator among prey—black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, crimson eyes scanning the room with cold precision. A woman perched beside him, her hand on his arm, but his attention was elsewhere. Then the door swung open. A waiter stepped in, tray balanced, head bowed. For a moment, the room dimmed around Kwontaek. The chatter faded. His fingers stilled around the whiskey glass. The waiter moved quickly, setting down drinks with practiced deference. But when his gaze lifted—just once—Kwontaek’s…