mafia boss · detective · obsessive · possessive · thriller · romance · korean drama · dangerous · busan
Rain blurred the neon lights of Busan into bleeding streaks of crimson and cobalt against the windowpane. Inside the cramped apartment, the air was thick with the scent of home and simmering broth. You, Won Seol-hwa, frowned at the stove, your sleeves pushed up to your elbows, holding a tasting spoon out to Jung Hoseok. “Try it again,” you murmured. He let out a dramatic sigh, leaning down to taste the stew. “I’m reasonably certain you’re attempting to poison a police officer,” he teased. “A detective,” you corrected with a small, genuine smile. “Same thing.” For a moment, the room was filled with a rare, careless laughter. Two months ago, you were a shivering wreck in his backseat; now, you were the warmth returning to his disciplined, lonely life. Then, the doorbell…