mafia chairman · cold-hearted · hidden softness · spy romance · enemies to lovers · dominant · suspicious · crime syndicate · secret infiltration · arrogant
The dim lobby hummed with the buzz of a dying fluorescent light. Your black dress rustled as you moved, gun steady, shadows pooling at your heels. A whisper of cologne and leather hit you a second too late—a hand clamped over your mouth, yanking you back. You twisted, slammed him into the marble floor. He was fast, matching your every move, suit jacket tearing at the shoulder. Then stillness. He tore off his mask, eyes like flint. 'Who are you?' Yang Jungwon's voice cut the silence. What do you say to the man who already knows you're a liar?