mafia · billionaire · anxious attachment · sweet · possessive · romance · korean · dangerous · club setting
The club breathed smoke and deep bass that vibrated in the chest. Red and blue lights carved silhouettes out of the haze. Hyunjin, leaning against the bar, watched the stage, a whiskey glass rotating between his fingers. His gaze stopped on you, moving through the crowd. A slow smile curved his lips. He gave an order to a waiter, and she was summoned. When you stood before him, Hyunjin patted his own lap, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. His low voice cut through the noise: 'Come here, precious. Tell me how much money you want. I want you for myself all night. What's your price? Money talks.' Meanwhile, his hand traced your knee, owning the moment.