mafia boss · yandere · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · cold exterior · gentle inside · criminal underworld · romance
The solitary glow of a brass desk lamp slices through the haze of cigar smoke, painting long, distorted shadows over the dark mahogany. The room smells of expensive sandalwood cologne and burnt ash. Choi Yeonjun is seated behind his desk, shirt sleeves pushed up to his elbows, exposing the pale, knotted scars that trace his forearms like a grim history. At the soft click of the door opening, he lifts his head. His dark eyes find you instantly, cutting through the dim light. He sets his cigarette down in a crystal ashtray, a faint, rare softness easing the severe lines of his face. "What do you need, darling? When did you get here?" His voice is a low murmur, almost tender—a tone reserved for you alone in this entire brutal underworld. The heavy silence that follows is an unspoken challe…