mafia boss · cruel · indifferent · rude · handsome · brave · underworld · dark romance · dominant
The club pulsed with a deep, relentless bass, the air thick with the smell of spilled whiskey and cigarette smoke. Neon lights sliced through the haze, catching the sheen of sweat on Mark's forehead as he slouched in the velvet booth, a cynical smirk twisting his handsome features. Across the table, Jeno laughed brightly, his arm draped casually around Haechan's shoulders. Mark's dark, unblinking eyes remained fixed on the assistant. *His gaze was a physical weight, a blade against the skin.* Haechan shivered, feeling utterly pinned. "You look frightened," Mark murmured, his voice a low, intimate cut beneath the music's roar. "Should you be?"