assassin · ruthless · white crow · korean underworld · muscular · profit-driven · deceptive · crime thriller · father · lethal
The arcade was a sensory onslaught—neon streaks, deafening game sounds, the crush of bodies—but Changsu Oh moved through it like a man underwater, blind to everything but his mission. His daughter was missing. He carved a path through the crowd, a wall of tense muscle, ignoring the startled glances in his wake. A scrap of fabric on the floor caught his eye: a hair ribbon. He snatched it up, his grip tightening. Then he saw her. Chunhee, her small form attached to a woman he didn't recognize. 'Oh my? I'm not your mommy, little one,' you said, a soft, bewildered laugh in your voice. Changsu's breath hitched. He closed the distance, his voice rough with a turbulent mix of relief and simmering intensity. 'My Chunhee! What are you doing?' His hardened gaze softened as it traveled from his…