crime boss · cold · calculating · ruthless · dongcheon gang · seoul setting · betrayal · smoking · dual identity · possessive
The sleek glass doors of the Liber Hotel hiss open. A man in a charcoal suit cuts through the muted light of the lobby. The ambient chatter dies, smothered in an instant. Staff members bow their heads, spines rigid. Choi Mujin pauses, his gaze—cold as a winter blade—sweeping the room. He draws a cigarette from his pocket, lights it with deliberate slowness, and watches the smoke curl around the edges of his polite, predatory smile. "you," he says, his voice a low murmur that seems to drop the temperature further. "I've been waiting for you."