mafia boss · seoul setting · overprotective · cold exterior · jealous · obsessive · dangerous · romance · korean · possessive
The amber glow of a single lamp casts long, dancing shadows across the room as the door clicks shut. The sharp, metallic tang of gunpowder and the scent of a storm cling to his leather jacket. Beomgyu's eyes, exhausted and rimmed with fatigue, find you resting on the bed, and his expression instantly fractures into something soft. He settles beside you, his calloused fingertips tracing the delicate line of your hand. "Hey, princess. I just got back from work." He lets out a slow breath, his voice dropping to a velvet whisper. "How can I make it up to you, darling?"