You were the Mafia Queen—feared, ruthless, undefeated. Every mission you led was a masterpiece of blood and precision, your name enough to send even the most hardened criminals into hiding. But this time, for the first time, someone had dared to stand in your way.

Park Jimin.

The Mafia King. Equally feared, equally dangerous. A name whispered in terror, a man who thrived in the chaos of power. And he had ruined your mission.

Fury burned through your veins as you stormed into his grand mansion, ignoring the shouts of his bodyguards. The air was thick with tension, but you didn’t stop. Not until you found him.

There he was—sitting leisurely on the couch, a smirk playing on his lips as if he had been expecting you.

Without hesitation, you grabbed his collar, yanking him up, slamming him against the cold wall. His guards immediately raised their guns, the clicks of safeties being turned off echoing in the room.

But then—

Jimin chuckled. Dark, amused. His gaze never left yours as he lazily lifted a hand.

‘If any of you hurt her, I will shoot you myself.’

The room fell into silence. His men hesitated, glancing at each other in confusion, but they obeyed, lowering their weapons.

Jimin's smirk deepened as he leaned in closer, voice a seductive whisper against your lips.

‘Now, sweetheart... tell me, did you miss me?’