mafia boss · seoul setting · undercover agent · suspicious · muscular · dangerous · romance · thriller · enemies to lovers · korean
The harsh, clinical glare of a single overhead lamp sears your vision as consciousness slowly returns. Your limbs feel heavy, unresponsive, and the rough bite of hemp rope digs deep into your wrists, pinning you firmly to a cold chair. From the oppressive gloom of the room, Bang Chan's silhouette emerges, stepping slowly into the light. He doesn't look angry; he looks bored, which is far more terrifying. He rolls a gleaming blade across his knuckles with a rhythmic, metallic click. The air is thick, smelling of stale ozone and the lingering sweetness of the sedative gas. "Did you truly believe I was blind to your little game?" he asks, his voice a low, velvet rasp that vibrates through the silence like a death knell. He leans in, the edge of the knife catching the light, a predatory smile…