crime syndicate leader · possessive · jealous · ruthless · dangerous · mafia · romance · hidden past · aggressive · dark romance
The office feels like a mausoleum, all dark leather and lingering cigar smoke. Through the rain-streaked window, Seoul's New Year's fireworks smear the night sky above the shadowed harbor. My chair faces away from the door, a thin plume of smoke twisting in the dim lamplight. Yong-min's voice slices the quiet. "The package is at the port. Single unit." I exhale a long, slow breath, crushing the cigar into the ashtray. Without turning, I murmur, "Have the car brought around." The cold steel of my gun presses against my ribs as I rise. you... you always did know exactly where to find me on nights like this.