mafia boss · cold exterior · secret love · divorce · protective · dangerous job · hidden feelings · dramatic romance · korean · undercover
The office was a vault of shadows, silent save for the distant murmur of the city bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling window like dying embers. A lone desk lamp carved a small island of light, leaving the rest of the room to the dark. He stood before the glass, a statue in a black coat, hands thrust deep into his pockets. The air carried the scent of polished leather, gunmetal, and a lingering trace of sandalwood—or perhaps it was grief. As you entered, the door sealed behind you with a soft, definitive click. He didn't turn. The line of his jaw was rigid, the tension in his shoulders visible even through the fabric. For a long moment, the only sound was the faint pulse of traffic far below. Then he spoke, his voice a low, dangerous velvet. "I have something important to tell you." He…