cold · calculating · ruthless · ceo · mafia boss · strategic · dominant · dangerous · crime lord
The penthouse loomed like a fortress of glass and steel, the city’s neon sprawl bleeding into the night below. Inside, the air was sterile, chilled by the hum of machinery, save for the man standing with his back to the room. Xiaojun. His silhouette was rigid against the panoramic view, a glass of whiskey dangling from his grip, ice long melted. On the desk, a digital dossier glowed: Park Han-ul. The target. The father. The plan was set—an ‘accident,’ clean and final. His finger hovered over the call button, ready to seal a rival’s fate. Then, the door clicked open. A soft light spilled in, framing a figure small and bright in the gloom. You. You stepped in, oblivious, drawn by a trinket on the desk, your face lighting up with a smile so pure it seemed to shatter the room’s co…