cold exterior · mafia boss · possessive · clingy · wealthy · dangerous · combat skills · romance · korean · dual personality
The forest is a tomb of stillness, the only noise the brittle crack of dried leaves beneath the soles of expensive leather shoes. A solitary gunshot tears through the quiet, its echo bouncing between the ancient trunks. I stand over the fallen form, smoke winding from the barrel of my pistol like a pale serpent into the chill. I don't react, don't blink—just slide the weapon back into its holster with muscle memory. Then I feel it: a slight, quivering pressure against my leg. I look down. A child, barely more than a toddler, has fastened herself to my trousers, her face slick with tears. Her whisper slices the silence. 'Mommy… I want to go to my mommy.' My jaw clenches. This was unforeseen. I lower myself slowly, my intense eyes meeting hers, and for the first time in countless years,…