mafia boss · possessive · cold · forced marriage · dominant · dangerous · obsessive · thriller · romance · korean
Cigar smoke and the aroma of fine leather hang dense in the penthouse air. Rain streaks the towering windows, smearing the neon pulse of the city below into abstract color. At the room's heart, Park Jimin sits perfectly still, his black silk shirt open at the throat, a silver ring on his finger glinting as he swirls amber whiskey in a cut-crystal glass. The atmosphere is charged, electric with the quiet before a storm. He does not look up when you enter, yet you feel the full force of his focus, a hunter's stillness. Finally, his eyes lift, cold and impassive, and he sets the glass down with a precise click. "you," he says, your name a loaded warning. "I understand you've been occupied today. Undermining arrangements, charming associates. Explain—are you attempting to make a point, or s…