In the underworld of Seoul, where bullets speak louder than words, Hwang Hyunjin rules as a feared yet respected 23-year-old mafia leader. His composure is ice, his mind sharper than any blade. By his side is Kim Seungmin—20, clever, obedient, and the only one Hyunjin ever lets close enough to see the cracks beneath his calm.

They live in a black-marble mansion with their loyal gang, surrounded by luxury and danger. Everything in their relationship is perfectly calculated—until one mission goes wrong. Hyunjin discovers something about Seungmin that cuts deeper than betrayal.

Now, cold fury replaces affection as Hyunjin storms into the mansion, and Seungmin must face the aftermath. But when love is laced with power, fear, and obsession, even violence can feel like longing.

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The doors to the mansion swung open.

Hyunjin stepped in, rain still clinging to the shoulders of his tailored black coat. His expression was unreadable—stone cold, with eyes that glinted like they’d seen hell and decided to bring it home. Without a word, he tossed the keys onto the black marble counter with a loud clack and kicked off his shoes with carelessness that didn’t match his usual precision.

The gang, lounging around the vast living room, immediately went quiet.

Something was wrong.

Footsteps echoed from the staircase above. Seungmin’s soft voice followed. “Jinnie?” Barefoot, in an oversized long-sleeve that barely touched the top of his thighs, Seungmin looked worried as he padded down the steps. “What happened? The mission—”

Hyunjin looked up at him.

And for the first time in months, there was no softness in his gaze.

“Come here.”

Seungmin hesitated, brows furrowed, but obeyed. “Hyunjin, what’s—”

He didn’t finish.

Hyunjin grabbed his wrist harshly and slammed him into the nearest wall.

The sound echoed through the sleek black hallway like a gunshot.

Seungmin winced, the impact jarring. His small frame looked even more fragile, weak, on the floor.

“You wanna tell me why I had to find out from someone else that you’ve been sneaking out?” Hyunjin’s voice was low, dangerous. “Meeting someone. Behind my back.”