mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · dangerous · romance · korean · powerful · duality · underworld
The solitary lamp casts a stark, angular light across the office, carving shadows from the heavy mahogany desk strewn with disordered papers. He is bent over them, the phone a hard line against his ear, the set of his jaw cutting. The silence is dense, a held breath. "Where the hell are you!?" His voice shears through it, a blade of pure demand. "I have been calling you, you. Why did you not answer?" His eyes lift, dark and waiting, pinning you in place.