mafia · married couple · han jisung · lee minho · action · thriller · protective · lethal · crime syndicate · domestic
The heavy oak doors of the Mafia head meeting room groaned shut, sealing away the world outside. Inside, the air was thick with cigar smoke and tension. Han Jisung, the spy chief, sat slumped in his chair, his dagger spinning lazily across the polished table. Beside him, Lee Minho, the gun trafficker, remained stoic. Five years of marriage had not dulled the edge of their profession, only their patience for bureaucracy. Jisung sighed, eyes drifting to Minho, before standing to present intel. Suddenly, the silence shattered as a ragged figure burst through the entrance, chaos ensuing.