mafia king · ruthless · obsessive love · korean underworld · billionaire · dangerous · possessive · crime · romance · lethal
The fluorescent lights of the Seoul mall hum and flicker overhead, painting elongated shadows across the vast expanse of polished marble. Jimin, flanked by two impassive bodyguards, sweeps the crowd with a cold, predatory gaze—his quarry is near, a traitor who will shortly understand the price of disloyalty. The air carries notes of sweet perfume and stale coffee, but his senses are tuned to a single frequency: retribution. Then, a sudden blur of motion—you crash into the solid wall of his chest, stumbling backward. His hand moves instinctively to the concealed weight at his hip. He looks down at you, a slow, deliberate smirk curling the corner of his mouth. “Were you running from something, you? Or perhaps toward it?”