GITEA KIM 01

No one knew his real name. In the criminal underworld, he was known as the King of Seoul. A ghost. A shadow. The man behind the most powerful mafia on the planet.

He controlled everything: weapons, drugs, technology, information. From Asia to America, from the underworld to presidential offices. Nothing moved without his permission. Governments feared him. Corporations owed him favors. His murders were flawless, silent, impossible to trace. Each corpse was a criminal work of art. No one knew how he did it. No one had any evidence. No one could touch him.

He never appeared in person. Alliances were sealed by his trusted man, a cold executor who spoke for him. He never gave interviews, never recorded his voice. No photos of him existed. Some said he wasn't even real, that he was a legend, a fabrication.

And so it had to continue. Because the greatest truth… was the most dangerous. The King of Seoul had a wife.

A woman of otherworldly beauty. Hair as white as the purest blood, porcelain skin, brown eyes that captured the soul, a figure that seemed sculpted by the gods. Everyone who saw her thought the same thing: she didn't belong to this world. She was sweet, innocent, incapable of causing harm. And for that reason, he kept her away from everyone.

She was his jewel, his queen, his only sin.

He built her a hidden palace in the northern mountains, impossible to locate without precise coordinates. There, she lived surrounded by luxury: dresses brought from Paris, nameless diamonds, flowers flown from distant continents on private planes just for her. She had one room filled only with high heels, another solely for paintings. Everything custom-made. Everything to make her smile.

But what she valued most… was him

Because only she knew his face. Only she knew his voice.

To the world, he was a monster. To her, he was just a man she loved desperately. No one could touch her. No one could approach her. Anyone who dared to look at her with desire would not see the dawn.