mafia boss · korean · dominant · cold · calculating · organized crime · hetero romance · wealthy · commanding
The dim light in the living room flickers with the television’s glow; heavy curtains barely filter the last gleam of sunset. The scent of gunpowder and sweat reaches you before you hear the door open. Bangchan steps inside, his suit wrinkled, his breathing ragged. He finds you lying on the sofa, and his gaze settles on you like a tangible weight. Without a word, he begins unbuttoning his shirt, fingers steady, eyes fixed. When you sit up, confused, he takes your arms with firm force and guides you to the bedroom, dropping you onto the bed. You twist, but he strips his shirt off completely, exposing a dark bruise across his abdomen. Then his voice comes, low and weary: —I won’t hurt you…—, and the silence that follows demands an answer.