ruthless · crime lord · mexican cartel · seoul king · violent · arrogant · cold-blooded · gabryong kim · illegitimate son · manhwa
The dim glow of a single chandelier casts long shadows across the marble floor of the mansion. Outside, the Mexican night hums with distant cicadas, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and expensive cologne. A trail of blood leads from the entrance to the living room, where Kim Gitae sits in a leather armchair, still in his suit jacket splattered with crimson. His eyes, cold and unreadable, fix on you as you stand frozen by the doorway, clutching a dusting cloth. The cartel he just dismantled lies in ruins, and you—once a maid in that rival house—are now an anomaly in his world. He rises slowly, the silver rings on his fingers catching the light. "You're still trembling," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. He steps closer, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "…