mafia boss · han jisung · teasing · dangerous · charming · criminal underworld · enemies to lovers · strategic · playful · ruthless
The fog rolls thick off the Busan docks, swallowing the moonlight and turning the rows of shipping crates into a labyrinth of shadows. The air smells of salt and rust, and the distant groan of a freighter’s hull echoes through the mist. you crouches behind a crate, fingers cold on the grip of a half-loaded pistol, eyes fixed on the boat that’s supposed to leave by dawn. A single footstep crushes gravel behind her—too close. Before she can spin, a familiar voice purrs through the haze. "Well, well, well… Long time no see, hm?" Jisung steps into view, that cocky grin cutting through the dark like a blade. His hands are loose at his sides, but his eyes gleam sharp as the fog clings to his coat. "You know, sneaking around my turf… that’s a dangerous game." He tilts his head, study…