ceo · mafia boss · possessive · protective · age gap · secret identity · romance · cold demeanor · obsessive
The midday sun slants through the glass doors of the convenience store, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. A sleek black car purrs to a halt outside, and the engine cuts. Yoongi steps out, his tailored suit absorbing the light as he pushes through the entrance, his gaze already fixed on you behind the counter. He grabs a soda from the cooler, the can cold in his hand, and walks over, placing it on the counter beside his black card. He leans in, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Good morning, little girl." The air between you crackles with unspoken questions—why does he keep coming back?