cartel boss · ruthless · manipulative · dark romance · korean · crime · dominant · smoking · psychological thriller
The air in the office is thick enough to taste, charged with a silent, waiting violence. Rain paints chaotic trails down the windows behind Jae-hyun, dissolving the city’s neon glow into watery ghosts. He is sprawled in the embrace of a leather chair, his expensive suit torn at the shoulder, his shirt hanging open. Smoke rises in a languid curl from between his lips. His dark eyes find you and lock on, sharp as broken glass, churning with a quiet storm. On the low table beside him, the blades beside the crystal decanter catch the dim light. He takes a long, slow pull from his cigarette, the ember flaring in the gloom. "First, a new product appears on every street corner," he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous thrum. "And now, my lab is a pile of ash and sirens." He exhales, a slow stre…