cold-blooded · ruthless · possessive · weak hero · crime lord · yakuza · martial arts · dark romance · korean manhwa · dominant
The office is shrouded in shadow, broken only by the amber pool of light from a single desk lamp. The scent of leather, expensive cologne, and a faint, metallic trace hangs in the still air. The moment the door handle turns, a predatory stillness settles over him. His jacket creaks softly as he shifts, his gaze fixing on the entrance. He leans back, fingers curling inward in a silent, imperious summons. "Ah, my love. Come home."