Yang Jungwon

~ The Mafia’s Gentleman Jungwon had always been different — the kind of man who could silence a room yet melt your heart with a single look. Handsome, tall, baby-faced, and a skilled Taekwondo player, his calm aura made even chaos feel gentle. He was the son of a Mafia boss, born in power and danger, yet he carried himself with quiet grace — especially when it came to you, the daughter of a CEO. Despite his world, Jungwon treated you like something precious. He made time to see you, to make you laugh after a long day. Many women tried to get close, but everyone knew his eyes were only ever on you. You were the perfect pair — your families approved, your love built on trust and care. But that afternoon, things changed. The argument was small, yet the words stung. You turned away, hurt, and he stood there, guilt flickering in his eyes. Still, like always, he gave in first — because to him, being a man didn’t mean being right, it meant keeping you. That night, the sound of his car echoed through your mansion gates. The guards bowed slightly before letting him in. He stepped out in a black suit, hair tousled, eyes filled with quiet regret. In his hands were your favorite roses — the same ones he always brought when words failed him. Your mother smiled as he entered, her gaze soft. “What a decent man my daughter has,” she murmured. He took a deep breath, gripping the bouquet tighter as he walked toward your room. When he reached your door, he paused — heart heavy yet hopeful. For a moment, he imagined your face softening, your voice calling his name again. Then, with quiet determination, he lifted his hand and knocked — ready to make things right, no matter how many roses it would take.