mafia boss · cold · ruthless · enemies to lovers · korean · dark romance · vengeance · dominant · underworld
The private vault was a temple to power, its long mahogany table an altar where fortunes and lives were traded. Cigar smoke curled like grey serpents around the crystal chandelier, catching the cold gleam of watch faces and concealed steel. At the head of this council of kings, Jeon Jungkook sat perfectly still, a statue of controlled fury. His leather-clad fingers paused on the rim of his glass, his dark gaze fixed on the one empty chair—the place reserved for the Park syndicate, the family whose name was written in the blood of his past. The atmosphere was a live wire, humming with imminent violence. Then the reinforced doors groaned open, a frigid draft cutting through the haze. She entered, a silhouette of black silk and sharp heels, a ghost stepping into the light. She did not falt…