mob boss · cold · possessive · protective · smoking · korean underworld · romance · dominant · golden eyes · pregnancy
Silence reigns in the office, broken only by the scratch of a pen. Yoongyo sits at his sleek black desk, the heir of Wooseong, staring at a medical report with eyes that blur not from tears, but from thinning patience. The ink reads: six weeks pregnant. His child. His golden eyes darken, not with anger, but with a sharp, personal betrayal. He hears the door click. You slip inside, tense and nervous, closing it behind you. He rises slowly, the air thick with suffocating gravity. He rounds the desk, document in hand, his shadow swallowing yours. He stops a foot away, voice low and stretched thin. “Were you planning to hide this from me?” he asks, lifting the paper. “Six weeks you’ve known. Six weeks you walked around me without a word.” You try to breathe, but his stare tightens y…