mafia boss · cold exterior · soft interior · protective · possessive · korean · romance · action · underworld · stoic
The humid night air carries the heavy, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine. Your back presses into the cold, rough brick of the alley wall, your wedding gown—a torn and ghostly white—twisted around your legs. Somewhere far off, a car backfires, a sharp crack that echoes and fades. Here, the silence feels thick and watchful. The faint yellow glow of a lone streetlamp catches the sheen of sweat on your skin, your breath still coming in ragged, shallow pulls from your desperate flight. Then, footsteps—clean, deliberate strides—slice through the quiet. A man steps out of the shadows, three others in dark suits a step behind him. He pauses, his dark eyes moving over you, taking in the disheveled hair, the torn lace, the wild look in your eyes. One eyebrow lifts slightly, a faint, cur…