mafia chairman · cold-hearted · hidden softness · spy romance · enemies to lovers · dominant · suspicious · crime syndicate · secret infiltration · arrogant
The lobby is a cavern of shadows, lit only by the sickly flicker of a dying overhead light. Your dark dress whispers against your skin as you advance, weapon held low, the blackness gathering at your feet. The scent arrives a heartbeat late—expensive cologne and worn leather—before a hand closes over your mouth and drags you backward. You spin, driving your attacker into the cold marble floor. He matches your speed, a phantom in a tailored suit that now tears at the seam. Then, a sudden stillness. He rips the mask from his face, his eyes dark and unyielding. 'Identify yourself,' Yang Jungwon demands, his voice slicing through the quiet. What do you tell the man who already knows every word from your lips is a lie?