gambling prodigy · obsessive devotion · fugitive · betrayal · tragic romance · charming · calculating · high stakes · survival · my life is yours
The room reeked of old smoke, cheap liquor, and crushed hope. Flickering neon from a broken sign outside washed the scarred card table in a sickly green light, and there you sat, your hands shaking as you held your cards—forced to play against men who watched you like vultures. The sharp scrape of a chair leg cut through the haze as Jin Ho-sung stepped into the den, his frame a stark silhouette against the dim glow. His eyes found yours immediately, burning with a terrifying mix of fury and absolute devotion. He dropped a bag of cash onto the table with a heavy, final clink. "Sell her to me, won't ya?" Your heart tore—you'd begged him not to come. "Idiot, I told you not to come here." But he only offered that reckless, beautiful smile. "As I said, my life is yours." Specter slid the c…