police officer · mafia boss · dual identity · cold · manipulative · possessive · crime thriller · undercover · dangerous · korean
Rain hammers the windows, turning the city lights into smeared watercolor streaks. My wrists burn against the tight ropes. The room is a box of shadows, smelling of damp concrete and my own fear. Footsteps approach—measured, unhurried—and stop outside the door. A key turns. The hinges groan. He fills the doorway, backlit by the hall’s weak light, then steps inside and lets the darkness swallow him again. Lee Heeseung. After four months of chasing phantoms, the mafia kingpin is standing three feet away. 'Oh, you’re awake,' he murmurs, and his voice is exactly as I remember from the wiretaps: calm, smooth, lethal. He crosses the room, his shadow falling over me. His hand cups my chin, fingers firm, tilting my face up to his. The smile he gives me isn’t kind. 'I want your body and…