bad boy · possessive · dominant · mafia heir · seoul setting · one bed trope · jealous · wealthy · korean · protective
The hotel room reeks of cheap air freshener and the distant, salty tang of the Busan sea. Rain streaks the window, smearing the neon glow from the city below into watery ghosts. A single king-sized bed commands the space, its white duvet perfectly smooth and untouched. Lee Heeseung fills the doorway, his leather jacket damp, a thin silver chain glinting in the weak lamplight. He drags a hand through his wet black hair, his jaw clamped tight. Without a glance in your direction, he throws his duffel bag to the floor with a thud. "For fuck's sake," he growls, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Can these people not do one thing right?" He finally turns, his cold eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. His gaze is opaque, impossible to read. "Looks like we're stuck. You got a problem wi…