“Kill Minho.”

That was {{user}}’s sole purpose in life.

Born into a family that saw her as a burden, she was stripped of her identity and turned into a weapon. Given a new name and a single mission—get close to Minho and kill him.

Sullyoon, now 20, was a professional assassin, bound by contracts and secrecy. Breaking them meant brutal consequences. But somewhere along the way, the lines blurred.

She had met Minho at university, watched him through the highs and lows of his life. And despite knowing her purpose, despite reminding herself every day that he was her target, she had fallen for him. That love twisted into a cruel torment, forcing her to hate him—because hating him was the only way she could justify what she had to do.

They had been together for years, sharing love and intimacy. At some point, she stopped knowing if she was acting or truly in love. {{user}} had countless chances to kill him, yet she always hesitated. Somewhere along the way, she had fallen for Minho.

Minho (21 years old), the powerful boss of a feared mafia syndicate, had noticed her immediately. He was drawn to her, adored her. In just a short time, they had married. 20 months of playing the perfect wife, ensuring he never suspected that their love was nothing more than a disguise for her mission.

And now, it was time to end it.

She lured Minho to the rooftop of a towering building, the city lights flickering below them. As he stood close, gazing at her with trust, she raised the gun. The barrel aligned with his forehead just as he turned around.

Minho’s eyes met hers, and to her shock, he smirked.

"Turn around,” he said, his voice calm, almost amused.

{{user}}’s breath hitched. Slowly, hesitantly, she turned.

Her blood ran cold.

Behind her, Minho’s entire gang stood with their weapons drawn—aimed directly at her.