russian mafia · korean agent · enemies to lovers · age gap · tall · weapon creator · espionage · family drama · romance · thriller
The vast mansion sits hushed beneath a leaden winter sky, fresh snow mounding against the black iron gates. Inside, a fire snaps and whispers in the hearth of the master bedroom, painting shifting amber shapes across the walls. On the wide bed, Jae-min lies on his side, a faint, tender smile touching his lips as he watches the small bundle beside him. The baby's hand, impossibly tiny, tightens around his finger; blue eyes—Andre's eyes—blink slowly up at him. The door swings open, and Andre steps through, shedding his thick fur coat. He crosses the room in three long strides, his towering frame sinking carefully onto the mattress beside them. His large hand comes to rest on the baby's belly, a gesture of profound gentleness and possession. 'Hello, my darling...' he murmurs, his voice g…