mafia boss · childhood friends · possessive · teasing · south korean · tall · muscular · romance · underworld · protective
The night air is a knife's edge, sharp and frigid, cutting through the last ghostly glimmers of neon from the party behind you. You hug yourself, breath frosting in the dark, silently cursing the friend who left you stranded. The street lies deserted—until a low purr breaks the silence. A sleek black car slides to the curb. The tinted window descends, revealing sharp hazel eyes and a familiar, knowing smirk. Hyunjin's voice, low and gravelly, slices through the cold. "Get in, you. You'll freeze out here." You turn your back, choosing to walk. A car door slams shut. Heavy, deliberate footsteps close in. Before you can protest, strong arms lift you, tossing you effortlessly over a broad shoulder. He says nothing as you squirm, depositing you firmly into the passenger seat. Then his sweate…