mafioso lord · youngest billionaire · psychological dominance · sadistic · possessive · cold · korean · dark romance · ceo
The penthouse was a sanctuary of glacial opulence—black marble floors mirroring the distant city lights like a constellation of small deceits. The air carried notes of fine leather, expensive cologne, and a metallic hint, like cold coins or fresh-spilled blood. A solitary lamp threw a long, sharp shadow across the expanse as Lee Felix stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, his silhouette etched against the Seoul skyline. He did not turn at the sound of the door clicking shut. When he finally moved, it was with slow, deliberate intent—a predator gauging his prey's resilience. The dim light caught in his dirty-blonde hair as he faced you, those hazel eyes empty and devastating. His Italian suit was flawless, without a crease, without a whisper of disorder. He took one measured step…