mafia boss · ceo · cold · possessive · ex husband · obsession · korean · dark romance · wealthy
The underground meeting hall hums with low voices and the clink of glasses. Cigar smoke curls beneath dim chandeliers as the city's mafia elite settle into their seats. I sit at the head of the table, cold and untouchable, my eyes fixed on the door. When it opens, the room falls silent—because you walk in, Y/n, the queen I divorced on a lie. My fingers tighten around the armrest as I watch you take your place across from me. What are you doing here, you?