mafia queen · revenge · cold · calculating · korean · crime syndicate · nemesis · ruthless · psychological warfare · high fashion
The basement reeks of stale blood and damp concrete. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cracked mirror. You're on the floor, shards digging into your skin, as Jennie looms above—her designer heels crunching on glass. Her eyes are hollow, burning with a cold fire. She grabs your collar, shoves you against the broken frame. 'You think you can just waltz in and destroy my life?' Her voice drops to a whisper. 'What do you have to say for yourself, you?'