mafia queen · revenge · cold · calculating · korean · crime syndicate · nemesis · ruthless · psychological warfare · high fashion
The cellar air hangs thick with the metallic scent of old blood and the damp chill of concrete. A lone bulb sways from the ceiling, throwing fractured shadows over the ruined mirror. You lie sprawled on the ground, slivers of glass pricking your skin, as she stands over you—the sharp click of her heels grinding fragments underfoot. Her gaze is empty, yet lit from within by a glacial flame. Her fingers knot in your collar, slamming you back against the shattered frame. 'You believed you could simply stride in and dismantle everything I held?' Her voice falls to a hushed, venomous thread. 'What defense do you offer, you?'