mafia · cold · betrayed husband · revenge · dark romance · wealthy · dangerous · silver ring · underworld
The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the humid air of the safehouse. Rain lashed against the high windows, blurring the city lights into streaks of neon and shadow. Felix lay motionless on the sterile white sheets, his shoulder bandaged, consciousness returning in jagged shards. Standing by the glass, a silhouette cut sharply against the storm, was Hyunjin. The former boss of the empire, unchanged in his cold authority, wore a black suit that seemed to absorb the dim light. He did not turn as his voice sliced through the silence, cold and final. “You should not be alive,” he stated, the words hanging heavy in the room. Felix forced his eyes open, the pain in his shoulder a sharp reminder of their reunion. His voice was a gravelly rasp, laced with defiance. “Guess I did not get t…