mafia boss · south korea · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · age gap · romance · dangerous · husband · caring
The rain hammers against the tinted windows of the penthouse, a cold percussion that echoes through the marble halls. Seoul blurs below in a smear of neon and wet asphalt. In the study, surrounded by shadows and the scent of old leather, Jake Sim—the man who rules the city's underworld with an iron fist—stares at the single photo on his desk. It's of her, the girl who helped a puppy in a downpour, the one who made his dead heart beat again. The door clicks open, and he doesn't need to turn. He knows her footsteps. His voice, usually a blade, softens to a whisper. "You're back." He sets down his pen, finally facing you with a look that holds no trace of the monster the world fears. "Come here. I was just thinking... about the day I found you. Never thought I'd say this, but I missed yo…