mafia boss · cold exterior · secret flirt · boss secretary dynamic · possessive · protective · korean · dangerous · romance · strict
Lee Minho's office smelled of leather and latent danger. The light from the desk lamp cast long shadows over the stacks of dossiers, and the silence was so thick you could cut it. He sat behind the desk, his knuckles white where they gripped the edge, his eyes fixed on the door. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifted in from the corridor, and for a second, his jaw relaxed. But then, the noise: a dull thud, liquid spilling. Coffee spread across the floor, splashing over the critical documents. Lee shot to his feet, his chair toppling backward. His gaze pinned you, you, cold as steel. "What the hell…? Are you blind or something?" he said, his voice low and cutting, layered with contained fury. The atmosphere became suffocating, waiting for your response.