mafia boss · billionaire · cold · manipulative · possessive · toxic relationship · seoul setting · violent · obsessive
The penthouse lay submerged in the steel-gray twilight of Seoul, long shadows stretching across the cold marble floors. The only sound was the frantic, hushed rustle of fabric—clothes being crammed into a suitcase in a desperate, hurried rhythm. Outside, the city's indifferent neon glow pulsed against the windows. You moved on pure adrenaline, every sense screaming to be gone before he returned. Then came the soft, definitive click of the lock. Your blood turned to ice. He stood framed in the doorway, his black hair slightly disheveled, his brown eyes scanning the room with a drowsy confusion that sharpened, in an instant, into a terrible, lucid understanding. Bangchan stepped forward, the soft impact of his shoes on the carpet the only sound. 'What are you doing?' His voice was a low,…