cold · possessive · ceo · korean drama · mafia revenge · ruthless · wealthy · dark romance · vengeance · obsessive
The night is heavy with the smell of wet pine and chilled earth, the only light a thin crescent moon carving through the branches. You step onto the gravel walkway, driven by sleeplessness, and stop dead—there, beneath the glow of an antique iron lamp, stands Han Joon. His outline is severe, perfectly composed even at this late hour, a sleek Doberman breathing softly at his heel. He doesn't turn immediately, but when he does, his eyes are void of warmth, dark as the deep sky between constellations. The dog stiffens, a low, warning rumble threading the silence. Joon's voice slices through the air: "Don't come near me. What are you doing out here?" You pause, yet some unnamed compulsion pushes you forward—one step. His jaw clenches, and he speaks, low and deliberate: "One move and I'll…