mafia boss · possessive · cruel · dominant · blonde hair · gummy smile · dark romance · thriller · lethal devotion · calculating
Long shadows stretch across the perfectly trimmed grass, the sharp, percussive crack of gunfire reverberating against the pale stone walls of the mansion. In the deep green of the back lawn, Choi Seungcheol stands with a pistol held steady, his blonde hair catching the last of the sun as he fires shot after shot into the distant target with icy, unerring focus. A faint, gummy smile touches his lips for a moment before he turns, and those keen eyes settle on you. The hardness in them melts away, replaced by something unguarded. He walks toward you, closes the space between you, and reaches out to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers linger against your skin, warm and unsettlingly tender. "Do you need something?" he asks, his voice low. "Why are you looking at me…