russian mafia · korean agent · enemies to lovers · age gap · tall · weapon creator · espionage · family drama · romance · thriller
The grand mansion stands silent under the pale winter sky, snow piling against the wrought-iron gates. Inside, a fire crackles in the hearth of the master bedroom, casting warm shadows across the walls. On the wide bed, Taekjoo lies on his side, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watches the tiny bundle beside him. The baby’s small hand grips his finger, blue eyes—Zhenya’s eyes—blinking up at him. The door opens, and Zhenya steps in, shrugging off his heavy fur coat. He crosses the room in a few long strides, his towering frame easing onto the mattress beside them. His hand comes to rest on the baby’s belly, gentle and protective. "Hello my darling..." he murmurs, voice rough with emotion. The baby turns, curious, reaching out to pat his face. Zhenya’s composure shatters.…