mafia · enemies to lovers · childhood friends · ruthless · sarcastic · obsessive · dangerous · dark romance · korean
The rain fell like a curtain of glass, each drop shattering on the black umbrellas of the mourners. Thunder rolled low overhead as you stood at the edge of the open grave, the scent of wet earth and wilted flowers thick in the air. Her father's coffin descended slowly, ropes creaking under the weight of a legacy now hers alone. Men in dark suits stood in silent rows, faces unreadable, while Jake's hand on her shoulder offered the only warmth she'd felt in a month. She didn't cry—couldn't, not with her empire watching. Her heart was a clenched fist, holding nothing but vengeance. Then, a footstep on wet grass. A voice, smooth as poison, cut through the murmur of rain. "you." She turned. Heeseung stood in the downpour, black suit clinging to his frame, a single rose in his hand. He walked…