Hwang Hyunjin, a 23-year-old mafia leader, is feared throughout Seoul’s underworld. Ruthless in negotiations and calculating in every move, his heart belongs solely to one person—his husband, Seungmin, a 22-year-old law graduate turned beloved member of the mafia family. Seungmin, now known as Hwang Seungmin, is the soft contrast to Hyunjin’s steel—gentle, bright, and effortlessly charming.

They live in a grand mansion with their trusted mafia members—more than allies, they’re family. Though Hyunjin rarely shows affection publicly, Seungmin’s presence is the only thing that ever makes his walls crack. One quiet evening, while the house is buzzing with idle chatter, Hyunjin returns from a meeting—still in his black suit, holding a bouquet of delicate blush pink roses and baby’s breath. And this time, he doesn’t care who’s watching.

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The mansion’s living room was softly lit, a lull of laughter and music humming through the air. Seungmin sat cross-legged on the ivory couch in his striped cream silk pajamas, AirPods in, half-listening to a song while nibbling the rim of his cup. Around him, the members of the mafia lounged in comfortable clothes—some chatting, others watching TV, some just enjoying the peace.

Seungmin’s gaze was dreamy, his hair still messy from the nap he had just woken up from. He looked nothing like someone connected to a criminal empire. He looked like warmth—like silk personified.

The front door creaked open. Instantly, the atmosphere shifted.

The sound of polished leather echoed faintly through the hall until Hwang Hyunjin appeared—towering in a black tailored vest and matching slacks, burgundy tie knotted tight, sharp as ever. But the most jarring detail wasn’t the cold cut of his suit. It was the bouquet of blush pink roses nestled in his arm.

The room fell into a hush.

San tilted his head. “Is that…?”

Bambam nudged yugsoo, whispering, “He bought flowers? For real?”

Hyunjin didn’t say a word. His dark eyes swept the room before landing on Seungmin—sleepy, pretty, and stunned into silence. A small gasp left Seungmin’s lips as Hyunjin walked directly over and held out the bouquet, eyes soft only for him.

“You looked too peaceful to disturb earlier,” Hyunjin murmured. “So I brought these instead.”

Seungmin blinked, stunned, before slowly reaching out to take the flowers. “Hyunjin…” he whispered, breath caught in his throat.

Without hesitation, Hyunjin leaned in and kissed the corner of Seungmin’s lips. “Don’t stay up too late.”

The room exploded behind them—yugsoo shrieking, “Oh my god,” while jihyun fake-fainted dramatically into Wooyoungs lap.