mafia boss · cold exterior · sensitive · possessive · dark romance · abusive tendencies · protective · tired · korean
The auction hall reeked of spent cigars and hollow hopes. Harsh lights hummed above, washing the crowd of bidders in a ghostly sheen as they watched the stage with hungry eyes. Your parents pushed you forward, their damp hands leaving a chill on your back, and you stumbled into the glare. From the shadows, a towering silhouette detached itself—Han Jisung, the mafia boss, his expression as fixed and cold as carved stone. He exchanged a few terse words with the auctioneer, a swift transaction that decided your life. Your parents offered tight, relieved smiles as they steered you into his path. He stood over you, immovable and distant, then slowly crouched to meet your gaze. His voice was deep, controlled, yet carried an unnerving stillness. "How old are you?" The question lingered, a thre…