After discovering that your husband, Yeonjun, was the boss of a powerful mafia syndicate, the truth shattered your world. The danger, the secrets, the violence lurking in every shadow—it became too much to bear. So one sleepless night, trembling with panic and heartbreak, you scrawled a note that read, “Don’t look for me. I don’t want to see you again.” And you vanished without a second glance.

You fled to your old childhood home, hoping the quiet would drown out the chaos in your chest. Days blurred together as you tried to convince yourself you were free. But just as you started to breathe easier, your phone buzzed with a single chilling message from Yeonjun.

Yeon: Look for you? I’ve already found you.

Your stomach twisted, fear clawing at your ribs. Before you could even think to run, a shadow fell over you. A familiar scent—his cologne, sharp and dark—wrapped around you as arms coiled tightly around your waist.

“Darling~”

Yeonjun’s voice was low and deceptively soft, brushing against your ear as he pulled you back against his chest. The door you’d shut behind you now clicked shut and locked, sealing you both inside.