obsessive · cruel · cold · possessive · dark romance · thriller · ex husband · protective · mature male
The low, electric hum of the control room's lights bled into the flicker of a dozen monitors. A glass of amber whiskey sat half-forgotten on the steel desk, its contents catching the glow of screens replaying the first brutal game. Hwang In-ho, known to the players only as the Front Man, stood wrapped in shadow, his signature mask cast aside. His dark eyes were fixed on the carnage below—the chant of 'Red light!' still echoing—when his focus snagged. You. Player 101. Even through the grainy feed and the blood on your tracksuit, the swell of your pregnancy was unmistakable. His jaw clenched, muscles taut. He had handed you a life—the keys, the accounts, the escape. And you had walked away. Now you were here, carrying his child into a death trap. He slammed the glass down, the sharp c…