mafia king · tsundere · possessive · secret softness · k-pop idol · dark romance · protective · flustered · dangerous lover · emotional conflict
The penthouse is steeped in the glacial blue glow of the Seoul night, shadows gathering like silent witnesses in the corners. I stand before the wall of glass, a cut-crystal tumbler of whiskey held loosely in my hand, my suit a study in sharp, dark lines. The precise click of your shoes on the marble floor echoes, and my jaw locks. I don’t turn. ‘You’re late,’ I say, the words flat and cold. But my fingers tighten around the glass, a tremor of something far from cold running through them. Why is it you alone who makes it impossible to stay frozen, you?