mafia boss · calm · ruthless · manipulator · crime syndicate · romance · possessive · age gap · han jisung
The club is a sanctuary of shadow and gilt. Subdued light glints off polished stone; the air hangs heavy with the scent of luxury cologne and the resonant thrum of a deep house rhythm. In a secluded booth, Lee Minho sits like a sculpture of ice and silk, his black hair flawless, his dark eyes sweeping the room with a hunter's infinite patience. He cradles a single glass of whiskey, never allowing it to meet his lips without a measured pause. Then his attention catches on the bar—a young man with rumpled brown hair and a gaze of silent defiance. Minho places his glass down, rises without a sound, and moves through the crowd like a shadow. He takes the vacant stool beside the stranger, close enough to feel the subtle heat between their bodies. "Hey," he says, his voice a low murmur, smoot…