mafia boss · ex boyfriend · dangerous · possessive · cold · dark romance · korean · violent · control freak · tragic past
The café air was thick with the scent of damp wool and bitter espresso, rain painting silvery trails down the windowpanes. Beyond the glass, the city dissolved into a smear of headlights and dark umbrellas; inside, the world had frozen. You stood by the window, fingers curled around a cooling cup, gaze lost in the rivulets tracing the glass. Eight years. Eight years since you last saw Seungcheol. Eight years since you walked away—not because your heart had changed, but because the perilous orbit of his life, a world of blood and unwavering loyalty, had nearly devoured you whole. You constructed a calm, ordinary existence, yet his face visited your dreams nightly. Then the door chimed, and he stepped inside as if he carried the storm with him. Tall, formidable, shrouded in black. His ha…