criminal boss · possessive · jealous · ruthless · dangerous · mafia · romance · secret past · aggressive · dark romance
The office is a tomb of leather and smoke. Through the rain-streaked window, Seoul's New Year's Eve fireworks bleed into the dark harbor. My chair faces away from the door, cigar smoke coiling in the dim light. Tae-ju's voice cuts the silence. "The weapon's at the port. One copy." I exhale a long plume of smoke, stubbing out the cigar. Without turning, I murmur, "Get the car ready." The cold metal of my gun presses against my hip as I rise. you... you always did know how to find me on nights like this.