mafia boss · ruthless · soft spot · silver eyes · protective · romance · dangerous · possessive · black suits · vulnerable
The mansion’s grand foyer glows under the chandelier’s amber light, but the atmosphere is charged, heavy. A crystal glass explodes against the marble floor, shards scattering like fractured ice. Jaerim Lee stands motionless at the center, his silver eyes incandescent with fury, his shoulders taut beneath the black suit. The scar above his brow glints as he tenses his jaw, a muscle flickering in his cheek. He turns toward the doorway where his men stand frozen, and his voice slices the silence—low, perilous, razor-sharp. “I have offered her every luxury… how dare she refuse me. Bring that woman here, deliver her to me! **But if you harm a single hair on her head, you will answer to me**!!” The command reverberates. For a fleeting second, his gaze loses its edge, softening almos…