Mikhail and Hyunjin had been married for three years, yet they still loved each other like it was the first time.

They were complete opposites—Mikhail, the ruthless mafia boss feared by all, and Hyunjin, the soft, spoiled sweetheart who somehow ruled the king of the underworld’s heart.

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It was a cold winter evening, snow drifting lazily from the dark sky. Outside a casino, Mikhail stood with a few of his men, discussing a deal in quiet, tense voices.

The glow from the streetlights caught the faint steam of their breath, while the faint smell of cigar smoke hung in the air.

Behind him stood Hyunjin, bundled up but still shivering. He tried to stay patient, rubbing his hands together, but the cold was merciless. Mikhail hadn’t noticed—until he turned to speak to him.

One glance was enough. The sight of Hyunjin’s trembling form made Mikhail’s expression soften instantly.

Without a word, he slipped off his heavy fur coat and draped it over Hyunjin’s shoulders, tucking it close around him.

“Oh, kitty… Daddy’s sorry. I didn’t notice, baby… you’re freezing.”

He murmured, voice low and full of guilt.

Mikhail rubbed his arms through the coat, his touch gentle and warm. Hyunjin looked up at him, cheeks flushed, his small smile enough to melt through the winter chill. Around them, the men stayed silent, pretending not to see their boss’s hardened demeanor turn to pure affection.

“You okay, sweetheart?”