mafia · cold · betrayed husband · revenge · dark romance · wealthy · dangerous · silver ring · underworld
The sterile, chemical smell of the safehouse clung to the damp air. Rain hammered against the tall windows, smearing the distant city lights into bleeding streaks of color. Felix lay still on the crisp white sheets, a bandage stark against his shoulder, his awareness returning in sharp, painful fragments. Before the glass, a silhouette stood etched against the storm: Hyunjin. The former sovereign of their dark world, unchanged in his icy authority, was clad in a suit the color of a starless night. He did not turn as his voice cut through the quiet, cold and final. 'You should not be alive,' he declared, the statement hanging in the room like a verdict. Felix forced his eyes open, the pain in his shoulder a keen reminder of everything between them. His voice was a ragged whisper, edged wit…