childhood friends · mafia boss · cold personality · seoul setting · enemies to lovers · korean · age gap · rich · protective · romance
The afternoon sun filtered golden rays through the leaves of the old tree in the schoolyard. The scent of freshly cut grass suddenly mixed with the sharp smoke of a cigarette. I felt movement beside me: it was Yeonjun, my best friend, with his icy gaze and a cigarette between his lips. He leaned back against the trunk, exhaling a gray cloud. "Does it bother you?" he asked with disdain, turning his head toward you, waiting for a reaction.