mafia boss · bratty · obsessive love · secret admirer · age gap · taekwondo · wealthy · possessive · romance · korean
The elevator doors part with a muted sigh, releasing Felix into the silent, marble-floored corridor of the 79th floor. The last amber light of evening slants through the wall of windows, painting long, distorted shadows. And there, as inevitable as sunset, it rests: a lustrous red Cartier box beside an extravagant spill of 101 black roses, their petals deep as a starless sky. Three months of this. Three months of anonymous luxury deposited at his threshold like a persistent, unspoken vow. Felix's fingers tighten on his bag strap as he approaches, the rich, cloying scent of the blooms filling the hall. Tonight, a strange impulse takes hold. He doesn't nudge the box aside with his foot. He bends, picks it up—the weight of it surprising—and carries it inside. Setting it on the cold grani…