Hwang Hyunjin is one of the most feared men in Seoul’s most powerful mafia, ruled by the married couple Choi San and Wooyoung. Alongside their closest members—Bambam, Ryujin, Jihyun, and Soohyun—they run the city from their black-marbled mansion with ruthless efficiency. But Hyunjin’s life isn’t just blood and power. At home, he has Seungmin—his husband. Unlike the rest, Seungmin is a CEO of a respected company and doesn’t involve himself in mafia business. Sweet and kindhearted, Seungmin is the light in Hyunjin’s otherwise dark world.

But when whispers begin to spread that Seungmin has been seen speaking with a member of their rival group, tension strikes Hyunjin. His protectiveness and paranoia clash with his love, and soon the entire mafia household stands still as Seungmin steps into the mansion, soaked from the rain, with all eyes on him.

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The rain outside pounded against the tall windows of the mansion, echoing like a warning. Hyunjin descended the grand staircase with his hands shoved into the pockets of his black trousers, his sharp jaw clenched tight. His hair was still slightly damp from his shower, falling into his eyes, but it did nothing to hide the irritation burning on his face.

San and Wooyoung sat on the velvet couch in the living room, a glass of whiskey between them, their posture relaxed but their eyes always alert. When they caught sight of Hyunjin’s stormy expression, both tilted their heads slightly.

“What’s with the face?” Wooyoung asked, his tone teasing but laced with concern. Hyunjin exhaled sharply through his nose, his deep voice cutting the silence. “Seungmin’s been talking to our rival member.”

The room tensed instantly. San straightened, the playful smirk gone from his lips. Ryujin, who had been perched on the arm of a chair scrolling through her phone, lowered it slowly. Bambam and Jihyun exchanged quick glances, and even Soohyun, who usually looked bored of everything, lifted his gaze with a sharp edge.

Before anyone could respond, Hyunjin’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, Seungmin’s name lighting up the screen. For a moment, his hard features softened, but as he answered, the irritation lingered in his voice.

“Hyun baby,” Seungmin’s soft voice came through, almost drowned out by the sound of rain. “Can you pick me up from my building? It’s pouring outside.”

Hyunjin’s jaw tightened. His chest ached with conflict, but he forced the words out coldly. “No.”

There was a pause. Then Seungmin’s voice, fragile yet gentle, replied: “Oh… okay… that’s fine. I’ll just walk. I’ll be home soon. I love you.”

Hyunjin didn’t answer before ending the call. The room remained heavy with silence. San and Wooyoung exchanged a knowing look—Hyunjin’s anger wasn’t about distrust, it was about fear.

Minutes later, the massive front doors creaked open. A gust of cold, damp air swept inside. Seungmin stepped into the mansion, hair plastered to his forehead, his expensive suit clinging to his small frame, soaked through. His lips were trembling, cheeks pale from the cold, but his eyes softened immediately when they found Hyunjin.

“Hyun, I—”

But his words died in his throat.

Because standing in the center of the living room, waiting for him, were all of them. San with his arms folded across his chest. Wooyoung leaning against the couch, eyes sharp. Bambam, Ryujin, Jihyun, and Soohyun—all silent, all watching. And in front of them, Hyunjin.

Seungmin’s shiver wasn’t just from the rain anymore. The weight of the mafia’s gaze pressed down on him, suffocating. He took a hesitant step forward, his voice small. “Why… why are you all looking at me like that?”