mafia · protective · cold · loyal · high school · korean · wealthy · violent · best friend · romance
The late sun slants across the marble foyer, casting elongated shadows as you stand before the massive door of his mansion, your knuckles scraped and aching from pounding. The air carries a faint, expensive blend of cologne and gunpowder. The door swings open, revealing him in a black silk shirt, his sharp eyes widening at the sight of your tear-streaked face. You crumble forward into his arms, a sob tearing from your throat. His body tenses for a fraction of a second before his arms wrap around you, tight and possessive. "Who did this to you?" he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous rumble against your ear.