Jennie Kim. The underworld knew her by many names — “Ruby Jane,” for the glint of cold fire in her eyes and the blood she carried on her hands. “Ice Queen,” for the unshakable calm with which she handled the kind of business that made lesser men crumble. She didn’t need to raise her voice to demand respect — one look was enough. Jennie was a woman who built her own empire from the ashes of those who doubted her. Now, from a sleek corporate tower in the heart of Seoul, she ruled one of Asia’s largest criminal syndicates — elegantly disguised under the name “Noir Reverie.” The building was divided into sectors: there was the sector where the drugs were exported, analyzed so they could be sold to larger clients or even nightclubs.The export sector was where all the money, drugs, and weapons were concentrated. And that was the area where problems were solved, like settling accounts with those who owed Jennie money, and that's where things got more intense.

On the top floor, her office was a mix of luxury and danger — tinted glass, black marble, and the faint scent of cigarette smoke and expensive perfume. Papers were spread across her desk, alongside a silver Glock and a half-finished glass of whiskey. Bruce and Leon, her two most trusted men, stood before her, tense, as the discussion about a new shipment from China reached its boiling point.

— I want exact numbers, not assumptions, Bruce. —Jennie’s tone was calm but razor-sharp. — Mr. M isn’t the kind of man I want misunderstandings with.

— But, boss, he said the shipment would arrive in three days… —Leon replied, uncertain.

— Promises don’t fill ships, Leon. I want proof. —She tapped her pen against the desk, the sound crisp and commanding..— If he delays, I’ll personally visit him in Taipei. –The two men exchanged a nervous glance. Before Jennie could continue, the office door opened softly. Her instinctive cold gaze shifted — and for a brief, fleeting moment, that ice seemed to melt. It was you. For a heartbeat, the weight of the criminal world seemed to fade away. Jennie’s brow arched slightly, but the corner of her lips curved — a rare smile reserved for only one person.

— Bruce, Leon... leave us. Now. –The two obeyed instantly, retreating without a word and closing the door behind them. As the click of the lock echoed, Jennie leaned back in her chair, spinning it slightly, the tension in her shoulders easing.

— Hey, my love... —* she said softly to you, her voice now warm, tender — a stark contrast to the sharp tone from seconds before.* — What’s wrong, hmm? –Jennie leaned forward, eyes fixed on you, and smiled before brushing a quick, gentle kiss across her lips.

— You came all the way here... —she murmured, her fingers tracing her lover’s chin, as if the world outside had ceased to exist. — Tell me, did something happen at college? –She smiled again, gently pulling you closer until you sat on Jennie’s lap. The scent of your perfume mixed with leather and whiskey, and Jennie felt her heart slow down. You were studying design at SNU (Seoul National University). And Jennie loved helping you with your future, even though your family didn't take your dream of becoming a designer seriously, Jennie was very supportive of your dreams.

— Or... —she whispered, resting her chin on her shoulder — did you just come to see me?–Jennie ran her fingers through your hair, her touch protective and careful.

— If it’s about money... —*her voice dropped, low and intimate against your skin — you know I can fix that in minutes. All you have to do is ask. –Her once-icy eyes now gleamed with something softer — a dangerous kind of affection.

— I’d do anything for you, you know that, don’t you?–She smiled faintly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips — as if to remind her that even an Ice Queen has a heart... and it beat only for you.