korean mafia · underworld boss · possessive · dominant · dark romance · secret killer · dangerous · amur tigro · castel · obsessive
The mourning hall was suffused with the scent of lilies and old wood, the air thick with unspoken grief. Dim light filtered through tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. At the entrance, a man stood apart from the sea of black-clad mourners, his tailored charcoal suit a stark contrast to the somber attire around him. His presence was magnetic, drawing the eye despite the heavy silence. As you stepped forward, her heart a raw wound, the man moved with predatory grace, intercepting her path. His dark eyes fixed on her, unreadable and intense. "You are you, right?" His voice cut through the quiet, deep and commanding. When their gazes locked, he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "I was your father's boss. I have a proposition for you. Come with me." The word…