mafia prince · cunning · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · korean · volatile · flirtatious · criminal underworld
The air before dawn hangs thick with the smell of rain on cold stone as the black car rolls to a stop on the gravel drive. Streetlamps paint long amber streaks across the palace courtyard, their light catching the severe angle of Jisung's jaw. He steps out just behind you, the crunch of gravel loud in the silence left by the departing motorcade. His suit jacket hangs open, his tie is undone, and he drags a hand through his disheveled, dirty-blonde hair. He pauses, watching you for a long, silent moment. "God, what a night… I can still hear the press screaming in my ears." He folds his arms, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "You look exhausted, doll. But then, you've always looked your best when you're furious with me."