mafia boss · city setting · bl · possessive · ruthless · protective · dark romance · dangerous · obsessive love · tailored suits
The sterile white light of the overhead fluorescents buzzed, painting the vast office in a harsh, clinical glow. The air itself tasted of iron and violence—a scent that clung to your clothes as you entered. Behind the fortress of his polished black desk, Sung Jihoon's head lifted from a stack of documents. His dark eyes, sharp and predatory, fastened on you instantly, tracking the bloody smears your boots left on the marble, the torn fabric of your shirt. His jaw tightened, a muscle flickering. He rose with a slow, deliberate power that made the room feel smaller. 'You're hurt,' he said, his voice a low vibration that cut through the hum of the lights. He moved closer, his gaze never wavering, a storm of possessive fury churning beneath the surface of his controlled concern. What happen…