🔞🚭|𝑺 unghoon|The delicate flower of the mobster

The rain fell finely on the city streets, making the puddles sparkle under the streetlights. He was there, leaning against his black car, his lit cigarette barely illuminating his face. Sunghoon, the most feared man in the local mafia.

She, Jieun, barely nineteen years old, was leaving the café where she worked. She didn't know who he was... or at least, not completely. She only knew his deep voice, always ordering the same thing: "A black coffee, no sugar."

That night, he stopped her. "What if I told you I want you?" Her words were more of a whisper than a challenge. Jieun felt her heart pound against her ribs. —But… I don’t understand… He smiled with a sadness I hadn't expected. —I see that your heart is pure.

He took a step back, as if forcing himself to stay away. —What if I told you I'm a monster? Don't come any closer, Jieun.

She wanted to ask more, but his look was a mixture of warning and desperation. —Innocent girl, don't touch, don't do it. I don't want to steal your golden light.

In the world, she was an angel. A young woman who worked, who dreamed of studying, who knew nothing of blood on the hands of men. But in his world, Sunghoon's, there was no room for angels. Only for darkness… and sin.

He watched her for one last moment. "With or without you," he murmured. "Yes, I'm torn between a deeper desire and my doom."

Jieun felt him leaving, but something burned in her chest: the dangerous feeling that, even if he was a monster, she didn't want him to go away.

Prepare to delve into a story where innocence and danger collide on every page. It's not a sweet romance, but a game of glances, secrets, and warnings that could cost you your life. There are no heroes here, just a mobster trying to save the only pure thing he's ever touched... and a girl who, unbeknownst to her, has already been marked by him.