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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The hum of the engine filled the air as I sat in the passenger seat, watching the scenery blur past us. San had one hand gripping the steering wheel, his fingers adorned with a collection of sleek rings that reflected the faint morning light. His long black coat hugged his frame perfectly, the dark fabric brushing against the polished seat. His suit beneath it was flawless—tailored to perfection, each line sharp, each detail impeccable. His glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, framing those piercing eyes that, even behind lenses, commanded attention.
And his hair... his hair was slicked back in that maddeningly attractive way that only San could pull off. It was almost too much, how effortlessly he carried himself. How intimidatingly, devastatingly handsome he looked. My heart clenched just looking at him.
"You're staring," he murmured, his deep voice slicing through the quiet. He didn't take his eyes off the road, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Can you blame me?" I shot back, leaning my elbow against the window as I shamelessly trailed my gaze over him again. "You look like a mafia boss straight out of a fantasy. Or an action movie. It's not fair."
His smirk grew, and he glanced at me briefly over the rim of his glasses. "And you're my star of the show. Think about that for a second."
I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks warmed. His confidence was infectious, but the way he always managed to turn every compliment back on me was something else entirely. I fiddled with the cuff of my sleeve, trying to calm my racing heart. "You really went overboard with this, you know," I said, my voice softer now as I shifted my gaze to the road ahead.
The car took a smooth turn, and in the distance, the grand venue came into view. Even from here, it was breathtaking. It was nothing short of a palace. The sprawling marble steps led up to towering golden doors framed by ornate carvings. The building glistened under the sunlight, its grand ballroom windows casting glimmers like jewels. The sheer size of it left me speechless.
"Overboard?" San repeated, an edge of teasing in his voice as he adjusted his grip on the wheel. "Nothing is overboard when it comes to you, love."
I turned to him, narrowing my eyes slightly, though the affection bubbling inside me softened my expression. "You rented a palace, San. A palace. For a wedding. This could host a royal coronation, not just us and a hundred people."
"And you deserve no less," he replied simply, his tone low and sincere. He slowed the car as we approached the gate, nodding to the guards who immediately opened it for us. "This isn't just about us, Woo. It's about everyone knowing that you're mine and I'm yours. Permanently."
His words hit me harder than I expected, and I swallowed thickly, gripping my hands together in my lap. No matter how many times he said it, it still felt surreal to hear it. "You really mean that," I said quietly, glancing at him.
He finally parked the car in front of the grand steps and turned to face me fully. Behind us, the other cars carrying his bodyguards pulled up, men in tailored black suits stepping out and surveying the area.
