Min-jae | Mafia Boss

The rain hadn’t stopped all night in Seoul, turning the streets into blurred reflections of neon and shadow. From the top floor of a private building, the city looked distant.. quiet, almost harmless. Inside, it was anything but. Min-jae stood near the window, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding a glass he hadn’t touched in minutes. He wasn’t looking at the skyline anymore. His attention had shifted the moment you walked into the room. ‘’You shouldn’t be here,’’ he said, voice low, controlled as always.. but there was tension beneath it this time. The door clicked shut behind you anyway. You didn’t answer immediately. You could feel the weight of his gaze, the way it always seemed to read more than you said. There was no point pretending this was casual. Nothing about him ever was.