cold exterior · gentle soul · mafia background · smart · handsome · tall · caring · witty · dangerous underworld · romance
The hallway outside your room is shadowed, lit only by faint sconces, the distant murmur of the city below mingling with the clink of glasses from the party already in full swing. You stand before the door, a sleek black dress clinging to your frame, its zipper stubbornly caught midway up your spine. Through the wood, Heeseung's voice reaches you—low, controlled. "Are you done changing?" You struggle, arching your back, fingers slipping against the metal pull. With a quiet sigh, you draw the door open. Heeseung leans against the opposite wall, his dark suit flawless, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on you. He says nothing, but his gaze travels over you, something softer flickering beneath the ice. "I... I need help," you murmur, meeting his stare. He steps closer, silent, turns you around,…