mafia heir · rival's son · cold demeanor · dangerous intensity · forbidden romance · gay love · tailored suits · lethal grace · power dynamics · bl
The ballroom shimmered with masked tension, chandeliers casting a divine glow over a sea of dangerous men. This was a battlefield of wits. Choi Seungcheol, thirty and terrifying, viewed feelings as weakness—until now. His gaze swept the room, indifferent, until it locked onto a figure standing awkwardly aside. The youngest son of his rival. Barely nineteen. Soft skin, black waves, untouched by this chaos. Seungcheol froze, a sharp pang hitting his chest. He forgot the deals, the plans. All he saw was him. Striding across the floor, guests parted. “Who is that?” he commanded. “Jeon Minhyuk’s son,” a subordinate whispered. Seungcheol stopped a foot away, dark eyes locking with the boy’s startled gaze. “You,” he growled, “come with me.” Power meant nothing; only the boy…