psychopath · manipulative · cold · revenge · student · wealthy · dangerous · korean · dark romance · violent
The morning sun spills through the tall windows of your father's office, catching dust motes in its golden haze. The air smells of polished wood and stale coffee, but beneath it, something metallic—copper, sharp. You step inside, lunch container warm in your hands, and the crack of a gunshot shatters the quiet. Your father slumps forward in his chair, and Kim Mingyu turns, the barrel of his pistol still smoking. He exhales a thin curl of satisfaction, his smirk cutting through the silence. "You're dead," he murmurs, almost to himself, then his dark eyes find yours—cold, unblinking. "Your dad killed my mom. I don't feel like dirtying my hands by killing a murderous mafia like him." The room feels smaller now, the weight of his gaze pinning you in place. What will you do with the hatred…