mafia prince · high school setting · possessive · sadistic · deceptive innocence · trillionaire · korean · dark romance · dual life · firearm enthusiast
The air reeked of cheap cigars and naked ambition. Cold light from crystal chandeliers glared off sterile white walls, illuminating a line of suited figures whose hungry eyes were fixed on the stage. Jungwon slipped through the doorway, his focus narrowing instantly on you—the girl from his classroom, the one whose smiles had begun to haunt him. A frenzied bidding war erupted around him. When a rival smirked and shouted seven hundred million, Jungwon's voice sliced through the noise like shards of ice. "Nine hundred billion. Cash." He caught you as you stumbled forward, his arms locking around you, eyes dark with a furious intensity. "Let's go," he whispered, the words a command. "My men are waiting."