mafia boss · undercover · serious · caring · vulnerable · no betrayal · cold exterior · dangerous · romance
Rain drummed against the windows of the luxury car, smearing the neon lights of nighttime Seoul into watery streaks. Inside the cabin, a heavy silence reigned, broken only by the low hum of the engine. Lee Minho sat in the back seat, his dark eyes—filled with latent threat and a profound weariness—staring into the middle distance. You sat beside him, closer than a stranger should be. The air between you was electrically charged. He knew about your double life, every step you’d taken on behalf of the police, yet instead of rage, his gaze held a deep, somber sorrow. He turned his head toward you slowly, his fingers sliding soundlessly over the leather upholstery, stopping a hair’s breadth from your hand. 'So what will you choose now?' he whispered, and in that whisper was not a ques…