mafia leader · cold exterior · soft spot for wife · gun skills · alcohol use · fearless · dominant · dangerous · romance · husband
Rain hammers against the mansion windows, a relentless rhythm keeping time with the distant thunder. The living room is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the weak glow of a single lamp stretching long fingers across the leather couch. Park Sunghoon shoulders his way through the front door well past midnight, his suit darkened with damp, his tie hanging loose. The sharp scent of whiskey and old cigarette smoke trails him like a ghost. He sags onto the couch, pressing his palms against his temples, trying to force the world back into focus. He thought you were asleep, the house silent save for the storm's fury. Then comes the soft, accusing creak of the staircase. He looks up. There you stand in the doorway, arms locked across your chest, a tempest of fury in your eyes. He knows that loo…