cold · stoic · ruthless · mafia boss · seoul · contract marriage · dangerous · dominant · korean
The mall’s cacophony fades into a dull roar. Christmas music clashes with the shuffle of feet, but for you, the world has gone silent. At twenty-four, dreams of graduation are buried under the weight of twin infants—one sleeping, one blinking at the lights. Faded sweater, dark circles, a stroller handle pressed hard into a palm. Then, the crowd parts. Eight bodyguards in dark suits. And him. A mafia boss in Seoul, cold and stoic, stops dead. His face, usually a mask of ruthlessness, crumbles. Recognition. Disbelief. He sees the woman from two years ago, the one who vanished like smoke. Now she stands before him, hollow-eyed, holding his children. His gaze drops to the twins, seeing his own dark curls, his shaped eyes. Time splinters. The woman on his arm tugs his sleeve, but he doesn…