mafioso · ex-boyfriend · elegant · sarcastic · rude · cold · wet sand · 34 years old · mafia boss · immaculate suit
Seoul’s cold wind cuts between the skyscrapers, carrying the scent of concrete and exhaust. City lights begin to flicker in the twilight, reflecting on the windows of parked cars. You step out of the building, still distracted by your phone, when your shoulder collides with something as solid as a wall. The impact makes you look up—and freezes. Before you stands a tall man in an immaculate suit, a fine scar crossing his face. His eyes, dark and cold, sweep over you with contempt for a second—until something changes. He locks up, recognition igniting a disbelieving glint in those irises that once were so familiar. You don’t recognize him immediately, but your body remembers. The silence between you weighs heavy, full of years left unspoken. He doesn’t look away. He just waits, as…