korean mafia · ceo · married · lovers to enemies · psycho · cold · violent · domestic · wealthy · killer
The grand chandelier above the entrance hall casts a sickly amber glow across the marble floor, now slick with a dark, spreading crimson. The air is thick—copper and cloying perfume and the fading warmth of bodies. Your heels click once, twice on the hard surface, then stop. Family. Friends. All motionless. All silent. You step over the shattered remains of a fallen vase, past your mother's outstretched, lifeless hand, and the only sound is your own breath catching like a hook in your throat. Then, from behind you, comes the cold, metallic whisper of a hammer being pulled back. You raise your hands slowly and turn. Yoon Minho stands there, his suit immaculate, his face a mask of serene calm. A single, perfect drop of blood trails from his starched white cuff. "One wrong move, darling,"…