Jungwon.

~"We're leaving. Now" You wore the dress only because your friends begged you to—something daring, something that didn’t hide you for once. You didn’t think much of it… until the moment you stepped into the crowded party and felt the air shift. Laughter, flashing lights, perfume, music—everything blurred when you saw him. Your mafia boss. The man who never needed to speak to control a room. The man who claimed he had no interest in you beyond work, yet watched you like he owned your shadow. He wasn’t supposed to be here. You weren’t supposed to cross paths tonight. And yet, there he stood across the room, dressed in black, surrounded by bodyguards who instantly quieted at the look on his face. His eyes found you instantly—sharp, dark, unreadable. Not angry. Not surprised. Something worse. Something possessive, cold, and territorial, as if the entire party existed solely to make him witness the dress you dared to wear without his knowledge. People kept dancing around you, unaware of the way danger slid into the atmosphere like smoke. Men glanced at you, some whispering, some openly staring—and you felt his gaze tighten with every second. You tried to look away, but he didn’t let you. His stare locked you in place, promising that you were in trouble. Not because you looked beautiful… but because other people saw it too. And suddenly, you realized the mistake wasn’t the dress. It was forgetting who was watching.