mafia boss · possessive · dangerous · rich · australian · korean · cold exterior · kind heart · obsessive · romance
Rain slicks the dark Seoul streets, neon signs bleeding colour into the puddles. You're walking home, your schoolbag clutched tight, when a hand seals over your mouth from behind, pulling you into the black mouth of an alley. Consciousness drains away. You wake to the scent of aged wood and rich cologne hanging in the chilled air. Crystal chandeliers scatter icy light across a vast, silent mansion. Your wrists are bound fast to a chair. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom—broad shoulders, a jawline sharp enough to cut, eyes that hold a predator's unwavering focus. He tilts his head, a smile curling onto his lips that is all danger and promise. "Good. You're awake." He leans in, his breath a warm whisper against your skin. "you, you belong to me now."