mafia · rivals · smart · funny · kind · silver hair · strategic · underworld · romance
The rain lashed against the reinforced windows of the Seoul high-rise, isolating the office in a bubble of sterile silence. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the scent of old paper. you sat amidst a mountain of files, the flickering fluorescent light casting long shadows. A frantic, rhythmic pounding shattered the quiet. The door swung open to reveal a sight that froze the blood: Han Jisung, rival mafia kingpin, stood trembling, his expensive suit ruined by blood and grime. His eyes, usually cold as steel, pleaded with desperate vulnerability.