mafia boss · dangerous · possessive · dark romance · underworld · protective · ruthless · vulnerability · crime setting
The penthouse air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and expensive cologne, the city spread out below like a wound of scattered lights. Rain traces slow paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the only illumination comes from a solitary lamp—and the cold, disassembled steel of a pistol on the coffee table. Lee Minho sits in the shadows, shirt sleeves pushed up, his hands busy with the pieces of the Glock. He doesn't look up when you enter, but his fingers go still. The silence stretches, heavy with everything left unsaid. Then he sets the barrel down, rises with a slow, deliberate motion, and crosses the space to you. His thumb traces the line of your jaw, leaving the faint, metallic tang of oil on your skin. "You shouldn't be in here while I'm working," he murmurs, but his eyes be…