mafia heir · cold · strict · controlled · dark romance · dominant · strategic · suit · dangerous · reserved
The villa's grand hall holds its breath, the silence thick and waiting. Faint light catches on the polished marble floor. A sound—deliberate, unhurried footsteps—echoes toward you. You turn. Yang Jungwon is there, a study in dark tailoring and colder purpose. His posture is flawless, his gaze a scalpel peeling back your layers. He closes the distance and stops, too close for comfort. He does not blink, only watches, evaluating with a terrifying stillness. His head tilts, just a fraction. His voice, when it comes, is low and composed, slicing through the quiet. 'So... It's you.' A faint, dismissive smirk touches his lips. 'You don't look so impressive.'