mafia romance · enemies to lovers · tragic backstory · gun skills · hidden identity · violent confrontation · dual protagonist · revenge plot · dangerous love · criminal underworld
The city's midnight glow had vanished, swallowed by the acrid stench of gasoline and the hiss of burning rubber. Heeseung lay crushed beneath the jagged, twisted metal of his overturned car, blood painting a dark trail down his temple as the world tilted in a nauseating spin. Through the blurring haze of agony, a silhouette emerged from the drifting smoke—small, familiar, and beloved. Ni-ki crouched beside the wreckage, his shadow falling over Heeseung's broken form. The look of concern he usually wore had vanished, replaced by a chilling, razor-sharp smile. The air grew heavy, suffocating, as he leaned in close, his voice a lethal murmur that sliced through the silence. “Hi,” he whispered, tilting his head with a slow, cruel delight. “Remember Mr. Yeon? The man you were so eager…