Choi San, a revered and feared mafia boss, reigns over Seoul's underworld with an iron fist, his influence extending seamlessly across both legal and illegal domains. But his empire is shaken to its core when his beloved daughter, Eun-ji, is kidnapp...
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An hour later, we'd both showered and dressed, our bodies still buzzing from the intensity we'd shared. I stood at the mirror, spritzing a touch of cologne onto my neck, the cool scent filling the air. Just as I lowered the bottle, I felt San's hand grip my waist from behind, pulling me close. Before I could react, his lips crashed against mine, capturing me in a kiss that sent a shiver down my spine. A soft moan slipped past my lips, the intimacy between us rekindling with the same fervor as before. His grip was firm, his touch possessive, and I leaned into him, savoring the lingering electricity between us.
San pulled back, his hand still resting on my waist as he looked me over, a hint of pride in his eyes as he took in my freshly dressed appearance. His hair was slicked back, accentuating his strong jawline and the tattoos that crawled down his neck and arms, visible beneath the open collar of his shirt. He looked every bit the intimidating figure he was known to be, his presence commanding and powerful, yet he gave me a soft smile that only I got to see.
"Ready to face the chaos downstairs?" he asked, his voice low but amused, knowing full well the party below was likely in full swing.
I chuckled, straightening his collar. "With you? Always."
He slid his hand into mine, a reassuring squeeze grounding us both before we headed down the stairs together. As we stepped into the living room, the scene was exactly as wild as we'd anticipated. The music was loud, a heavy bass pulsing through the walls, and the lights were dimmed, casting everyone in a low, party-fueled glow. People were dancing wildly, drinks in hand, their movements loose and unrestrained. Laughter, shouts, and the clink of glasses filled the air, and the energy was electric.
San led the way, his hand gripping mine tightly as he maneuvered us through the crowd. His presence cut through the chaos like a knife—people instinctively parted as he passed, his imposing figure and intimidating look making it clear he was in control here. Despite the drunken revelry around us, there was a subtle respect, an acknowledgment of his authority that everyone seemed to feel.
I glanced around, taking in the scene. Zi-ah was dancing with Niki, the two of them lost in the music, laughing and spinning each other around, both of them clearly tipsy but having the time of their lives. Niki's arm was around her waist, and their grins were wide, carefree. It was rare to see Zi-ah like this, so relaxed and unguarded, and I couldn't help but smile, glad she was letting herself enjoy the night.
Hongjoong and Seonghwa were off to the side, deep in conversation but with a drink in each hand, their laughter carrying over the music. Others around us were just as uninhibited, caught up in their own little worlds, completely oblivious to us.
San looked down at me, his gaze softening. "This night's ours too, you know," he murmured, his voice just loud enough for me to hear over the music.
"Oh yeah?" I teased, taking a step back with a knowing smirk, my eyes never leaving his. "Want to kiss and dance with me, lose yourself in me right here on the dance floor?"
