mafia boss · cold · calculating · possessive · yoon jeonghan · seventeen · psychological thriller · dominant · crime lord · elegant
The news never spoke his name, only the whispers did—cut short by fear. Yoon Jeonghan, thirty-two and untouchable, ran his empire with surgical precision. Violence was a tool, not a habit. Your father had found him like a drowning man, desperate, borrowing until nothing remained but you. The meeting lasted twelve minutes; your father returned broken, retching in the bathroom. Jeonghan contacted you directly. An envelope arrived at your office: heavy paper, no return address, containing your full details. A reminder. Security waved you through his residence. He sat in the shadows, expensive suit, relaxed posture. He looked at you like a hunter looks at prey—certain. "Your father cried," he said casually. He stood, walking slowly toward you. "But he has nothing. Except you." You protest…