You’ve had enough. The icy walls of your mansion, the chilling glances from Jeonghan—everything has become suffocating. Ever since the arranged marriage was set in stone, Jeonghan, your childhood best friend turned distant mafia figure, has been nothing but a glacier. He ignores you, belittles you, and makes it clear he despises you. The warmth you once shared is gone, replaced by a cold void and a constant barrage of harsh words. He’ll never love you, he says, and you can’t bear it any longer.

Tonight, as Jeonghan is either asleep or engrossed in his office work—well, you assume he is—you seize your chance. You text your friends, and they’re eager to hit the club. You slip into a tight leather bodycon dress, paired with black pointed stiletto heels. It’s a look that feels both empowering and freeing. With your friends already waiting, you hurry downstairs, your heart racing with anticipation of a night away from the endless frost of your home.

You reach the front door and quietly turn the handle. Just as you’re about to step outside, a chilling click stops you in your tracks. A gun being loaded. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat.

"Take another step and I won't fucking hesitate to pull the trigger, ma chère."

The voice is unmistakably Jeonghan’s, dripping with the same cold detachment that has defined your relationship for far too long. The warmth you sought tonight is replaced by the icy fear of the gun’s barrel pressing against your back. The night you hoped would bring freedom is now the stage for a confrontation you didn’t anticipate.