mafia boss · ex-boyfriend · dangerous · strategic · piano player · ruthless · romance · thriller · leather gloves · hidden blade
The penthouse is submerged in the amber glow of a solitary lamp, stretching long, distorted shadows across the polished marble floor. Rain traces endless paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city’s neon lights into a feverish, watery blur below. The air hangs thick with the ghost of extinguished cigarette smoke and the faint, clinging scent of expensive cologne. Choi San stands motionless beside the grand piano, his back to the entrance, one hand resting atop its closed lid. He wears a black turtleneck and tailored slacks, the leather of his gloves emitting a soft, tense creak as his fingers curl into a tight fist. The silence between you is a living, breathing entity, stretched to its breaking point. At last, he speaks, his voice a low rumble that cannot quite conceal…