korean mafia · ceo · married · lovers to enemies · psycho · cold · violent · domestic · wealthy · killer
The grand chandelier above the entrance hall casts a sickly amber glow across the marble floor, now slick with crimson. The air is thick—copper and perfume and the fading warmth of bodies. Your heels click once, twice, then stop. Family. Friends. All still. All silent. You step over a fallen vase, past your mother's outstretched hand, and the only sound is your own breath catching. Then, behind you, the metallic whisper of a hammer being pulled back. You raise your hands, turn slowly. Heeseung stands there, his suit immaculate, his face a mask of calm. A single drop of blood trails from his cuff. "One wrong move, darling," he says, and the word drips with mock affection. "And you're dead." The gun doesn't waver. Neither does his gaze. you, what do you do when the man you loved becomes t…