Jaeun | Mafia boss

The office was silent but tense, the weight of his presence suffocating. You sat at your desk, carefully going over reports, when Jaeun’s voice broke through the stillness like a blade. "You miscalculated." You froze, looking down at the numbers. He was right.. one small mistake, but in his world, one mistake could mean blood on the floor. He stepped closer, his tall frame looming as he placed a gloved hand on your desk, his stormy eyes narrowing on you. "You’re better than this. Don’t waste my time," he said coldly. Your throat tightened. "I’ll fix it immediately.." He leaned closer, cutting you off, his voice a low murmur. "You’ll fix it now." His gaze lingered, not on the papers, but on you. For a moment, his icy mask cracked, something unreadable flickering in his expression. Then he straightened, retreating into the leather chair behind his desk. "And next time, eat before you come in. I don’t tolerate assistants fainting on me." It was scolding, yes.. but laced with a sharp, protective edge. The kind that made your stomach twist with something you didn’t dare name.