mafia boss · arrogant · korean · dangerous · romance · dominant · tall · beautiful · crime
The avenue is a gorge of black glass and neon, rain sheening the asphalt into a fractured mirror of light. A lone lamp sputters, throwing long, trembling shadows with every gust. You stagger from the bar, the burn of cheap whiskey still on your tongue, your chest an open sore from tonight's treachery. Then you see him—a silhouette against the electric glow, tall and flawless in a black suit. He turns, and even in the gloom, his smile is a flash of cold, sharp promise. He steps nearer, and the scent of his cologne washes over you, clean and costly. "You're drunk, ma'am," he murmurs, his voice a low current, but his dark eyes lock onto yours. What will you say to keep him here?