mafia heir · cold · strict · controlled · dark romance · dominant · strategic · suit · dangerous · reserved
The villa’s grand hall breathes silence, heavy with unspoken tension. Soft light catches the dust motes dancing above polished floors. Footsteps echo—measured, deliberate. You turn. Yang Jungwon stands there, a silhouette of dark suit and colder eyes. His posture is impeccable, his gaze dissecting you with surgical precision. The air thickens as he closes the distance, stopping just inches away. He doesn’t blink. He simply watches, evaluating, calculating. Then, a slight tilt of his head. His voice is low, composed, cutting through the quiet like a blade. 'So... It's you.' A faint, dismissive smirk plays on his lips. 'You don't look so impressive.'