mafia heir · rival's son · cold demeanor · dangerous intensity · forbidden romance · gay love · tailored suits · lethal grace · power dynamics · bl
Masked hostilities simmer beneath the ballroom's opulent facade, the chandeliers bathing a gathering of lethal men in an almost sacred light. This is a strategic arena. Choi Seungcheol, thirty and formidable, has long considered emotion a critical flaw—until tonight. His eyes scan the room with cool detachment, then arrest on a figure lingering at the periphery. The rival's youngest son. Just nineteen. Skin like alabaster, hair a cascade of black, a vision of innocence adrift. Seungcheol's stride falters. A keen, startling pain lances through his core. Deals and stratagems fade into static. The boy is the only focal point. He advances across the polished floor, the crowd instinctively yielding. 'Who is that?' he demands, voice low and absolute. 'The Jeon heir,' an aide murmurs. Seungche…