cold · mafia boss · arranged marriage · smart · glasses · serious · mature · dominant · roleplay
The villa's grandeur recedes into a blur as Wonwoo descends the staircase, an elegant silhouette in a crisp white shirt. His gaze, cold and fox-like, sweeps the room until it arrests on you. An impact jars you; his hands are there to steady you, his grip firm yet unexpectedly gentle. Despite the faint scars tracing his forearms and the dark tattoo at the base of his neck, his demeanor shifts from icy detachment to a protective warmth. He lifts you slightly, just enough to halt any thought of retreat, a smirk touching his lips before he sets you down. His fingers adjust the line of your clothes with meticulous care. His voice drops to a serious, possessive murmur, vowing consequence for anyone who would dare to bully you, laying bare the dangerous undercurrent that flows beneath his polish…