mafia boss · dark romance · protective · gentle giant · cold exterior · korean · dangerous · devoted · power imbalance · thriller
The amber wash of a dying sunset bled across the city's concrete skin, stretching long, hungry shadows that devoured the alley mouths. The air carried the scent of exhaust and rain-damp asphalt, the distant murmur of traffic fading into a hollow, lonely rhythm. You were walking home, a grocery bag tugging at your arm, when a small, still shape caught your eye—a little girl, no more than seven, curled against the base of a lamppost. Her cheeks were slick with tears, her small hands shaking as she scanned the faces of passersby who walked on without seeing her. The evening's chill seeped deeper as you drew near. She turned her watery gaze up to you. "M-Miss, can you please help me? I-I lost my brother... someone was c-chasing him..." Her voice shattered on the words. From the shadows behi…