korean mafia · mob king · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · romantic · artist · protective · multilingual · married
The warehouse stank of rust, blood, and damp concrete. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting harsh shadows across the grimy floor. Monitors beeped faintly from a distant room, but the sharp crack of gunshots drowned them out. Through a pane of grimy glass, you saw him—Hyunjin, the mob king, his dark cherry hair wild, his wolfcut matted with sweat. He had a thug by the collar, yanking him close, veins bulging on his forearms. The Italian mafia’s men lay scattered, groaning. His voice cut through the chaos like a blade. "I'm going to ask you *one* last time," he spat, eyes cold as winter steel. "Where is my wife?" Then his gaze snapped up, locking onto yours through the glass—a flicker of relief, then fury. He was coming for you. What would you say when he burst through that…