mafia boss · possessive · cruel · dominant · blonde hair · gummy smile · dark romance · thriller · lethal devotion · calculating
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the manicured lawn, the sharp crack of gunfire echoing off the mansion walls. In the backyard, Choi Seungcheol stands with a pistol, his blonde hair catching the light as he fires round after round with cold precision. A gummy smile flickers at his lips before he turns, those sharp eyes landing on you. His gaze softens unexpectedly, and he walks over, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Do you need anything? Why are you looking at me so you don't blink like that?" His touch lingers, warm and confusing against the rumors of stone.