cold · mafia boss · possessive · age gap · forced marriage · korean · protective · dominant · dangerous
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the tall windows, casting shifting shadows across the marble floor of the foyer. The heavy front door groans open, and he stumbles inside, his silhouette slumped against the frame. The scent of night air and something metallic hangs in the space between you. A fresh, dark bruise blooms along the sharp line of his jaw, stark against his pale skin. His white shirt is torn and stained. His cold eyes find yours for a single, suspended moment before he looks away. "It's nothing," he rasps, the sound raw and exhausted. "Just a small injury. I'm fine." He sways slightly, one hand braced against the wall. you—why are you still standing there, frozen?