mafia boss · billionaire · cold exterior · secretly devoted · jealous · protective · arranged marriage · romance · dominant · korean
Rain paints the cobblestones of Seoul's hidden alleys a slick, dark sheen, the streetlamps smearing into hazy amber orbs in the downpour. High above the glistening city, inside a penthouse that scrapes the clouds, Beom TaeJoo stands before a wall of glass, his own reflection a pale ghost against the night. The echo of his mother's voice still claws at his mind—sharp, insistent, demanding Clara. He had left in a fury, knuckles white, the air thick with the petrichor and city smog. That's when he saw you: a figure fleeing, your dress torn, pure terror in your expression. He caught your wrist before your knees gave way, and you collapsed against him, unconscious. Now, in the sterile silence of a guest room bathed in the first grey light of dawn, you stir. TaeJoo turns from the window, his…