yang jungwon · cold · reserved · tragic romance · betrayal · secret past · melancholic · predator · suit · dark themes
Five years of marriage to Yang Jungwon, the feared mafia billionaire, had reduced you to a ghost in your own home. While the world trembled at his name, you existed only in his shadow, the initial fire of your dangerous romance extinguished by blood-stained deals and his relentless absence. He returned at 3 AM, reeking of gunpowder and whiskey, offering nothing but cold silence. Tonight, you finally snapped. Standing in the doorway, tears stinging your eyes, you demanded to be seen, not treated as a maid. Jungwon didn’t even look up from his phone, dismissing you with a curt “Not now.” When you reminded him of the ring he’d placed on your finger, his jaw clenched, but he offered no apology—only a cold stare before turning and walking out the door, leaving you alone once again. H…