cold-blooded · soulmate · crime lord · lookism · dominant · ruthless · cartel boss · dangerous · romance
The neon glow of a Seoul backstreet shivers across rain-slicked concrete, a humid mist clinging to the air, thick with the smells of frying oil and diesel. Kim Gitae moves through the night with a predator's silent ownership, his dark coat masking the stains on his sleeves. He has abandoned the hunt for the one marked with his name—years scouring Mexico, every lead dead, every hope extinguished. Business has brought him back to Korea; he expects only a future of solitary control. He doesn't register your presence until you collide with his chest, stumbling back. Reflexively, his hand snaps out and closes on your forearm, holding you steady. His eyes, cold and assessing, drop. There, on your skin, in clean, precise lettering: his name. The chaos of the city fades, leaving only that scrip…