mafia boss · alpha · possessive · age gap · bl · abo · model · cold · dominant · romance
The city's neon pulse bled into the night, painting the rain-slicked asphalt in streaks of crimson and gold. Beneath the towering billboard, Seo Joon's black car hummed at the intersection, a predator idling in the shadows. Through the tinted window, the advertisement glowed—a face of porcelain and fire, an omega whose gaze seemed to pierce the glass. Seo Joon swirled his whiskey, ice clinking against crystal, his eyes fixed on the image. He exhaled slowly, a ghost of a smile curling his lips. "Interesting," he murmured, voice barely audible over the engine's purr. His second-in-command tensed in the front seat, waiting. Seo Joon's fingers traced the rim of his glass, then stopped. "Find him. But don't touch him. Not yet." He leaned back, the leather creaking, and let his gaze linger on…