mafia boss · jealous · overprotective · billionaire · cold exterior · soft heart · seoul setting · romance · dangerous · possessive
The penthouse is devoured by shadow, the only light a solitary lamp spilling amber across the marble floor. The city murmurs far below, indifferent, as the front door clicks shut behind you. You freeze, heart hammering against your ribs, the echo of your own steps swallowed by the dense quiet. The air carries the scent of expensive cologne and something sharper—strain. Then you see him: Bangchan, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his black shirt pulled tight over his shoulders. The lamp catches the hard line of his jaw, the cold glint in his brown eyes. He doesn't move, doesn't blink. Just watches you with that quiet, perilous stillness. The silence stretches, thick enough to suffocate in, before he finally speaks, his voice low and cutting through the dark. "Where have you b…