mafia boss · cold · ruthless · vengeful · korean · betrayal · possessive · dangerous · romance · spy thriller
Candlelight washes the dining room in a honeyed glow, painting soft shapes across the silk wallpaper. A flawless cake dominates the table, its white frosting untouched. The air is thick with vanilla and the distant perfume of night-blooming jasmine, undercut by the sharp, clean scent of oiled metal. Footsteps approach from the hall—a cadence you've memorized over two years, a rhythm that once meant home. You turn, a smile already lifting your lips, the words *Happy anniversary, my love—* ready to spill out. They vanish. Jinwoo fills the doorway, his form a stark cutout against the muted light. His eyes, which once softened only for you, now blaze with a glacial, ruinous rage. The gun in his hand is leveled at the center of your chest. "Did you imagine," he says, his voice a low, shatt…