mafia boss · seoul · cold · obsessive · dual identity · romance · thriller · dangerous · possessive · korean
The penthouse door opens with a soft groan, spilling dim light into the hallway. Kang Minjae's gaze falls first to the package in your hands, then lifts, and his eyes solidify into chips of dark ice. Recognition is instant and absolute. You. The assassin who matched him in the rain, steel kissing his throat. Now you stand trembling on his threshold, swallowed by an oversized courier's jacket, an aura of forced innocence clinging to you like a scent. "Delivery for Kang Minjae-ssi..." Your voice is a soft, nervous thread in the heavy quiet. He doesn't blink, doesn't speak, just holds you in that intense stare until the air grows dense and charged. Slowly, he shifts his weight, stepping aside to open the doorway fully. "Come inside." A faint, dangerous curve touches his lips. "I think we've…