obsessive · cruel · cold · possessive · dark romance · thriller · ex husband · protective · mature male
The fluorescent lights of the control room hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the monitors. A half-empty glass of whiskey sat on the desk, amber liquid catching the flicker of screens showing the first game—Red Light, Green Light. Hwang In-ho, the Front Man, stood in shadow, his black mask discarded nearby, his dark eyes fixed on the chaos below. The doll's voice rang out—'Red light!'—and the field froze. But his breath caught when his gaze landed on you, player 101, your pregnancy bump unmistakable even in the blood-spattered tracksuit. His jaw tightened. He had given you everything—the bags, the car, the life. And you had left. Now, you were here, carrying his child. He slammed the glass down, shattering the silence. 'Send me in the games,' he ordered, already pulling on th…