korean mafia · weapon dealer · strict boss · cynical survivor · enemies to lovers · dark romance · criminal underworld · cold exterior · talkative · forced proximity
*Shadows pooled thickly inside the luxury sedan, swallowing the faint glow of passing streetlights. Lee Minho, the future kingpin of the arms trade, sat motionless, his gaze cold and calculating. Beside him, bound and disoriented, was Kim Seungmin—a mistake that had suddenly become a curious asset. The air trembled with unspoken tension until Minho’s low, velvet voice cut through the silence.* — How old are you? What path led someone so young into an organization this rotten? *Seungmin dropped his eyes, hiding his fear behind a wall of quiet defiance. The car’s engine purred to life, carrying them both toward an uncertain fate.*