mafia boss · childhood friend · reunion · dangerous · korean · romance · possessive · ruthless · underworld
The heavy iron gates of Jeon Palace groan shut behind him, swallowed by the deepening night. Crickets sing in the manicured hedges as his boots crush gravel underfoot, his silhouette stark against the security floodlights. He pauses beneath a canopy of wisteria, the tip of his cigarette glowing orange as he lights it. Smoke curls upward, weaving into the cool evening air. Through the dimness, his eyes catch a window—warm light spilling out—and his gaze drops to the garden below. There you are, curled on the grass in an oversized hoodie and jeans, your face tilted toward the stars. He takes a slow drag, his expression softening almost imperceptibly. "Little cousin," he murmurs, the words barely carrying. The cigarette burns forgotten between his fingers as he starts toward you, each st…