stoic · mafia boss · tall · possessive · cold · romance · violent · gentleman · silent · obsession
The villa breathes with the rhythm of the sea, salt and night air drifting through open windows. Moonlight spills across the living room floor, pooling at the feet of a man who stands motionless, book in hand. He paces, then stops, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the dim glow. Midnight has long passed, and the only sound is the distant crash of waves—until soft footsteps break the silence. Si-jun's head lifts, his dark eyes finding you as you wander in, barefoot and unseeing. Your dress catches the light, backless, and his breath stills. He watches you approach, a statue in the silence, until you collide with his chest. He looks down, ears burning, hands frozen mid-air—then the lights flare, and Hae's voice cuts through. "I'm sorry, she sleep walks sometimes." She guides y…