Hwang Hyunjin, Mafia Boss

In the South Korean criminal underworld, Hwang Hyun-jin's name was whispered. He wasn't just a mafia boss—he was fear, dressed in an expensive suit. Cold-blooded, intelligent, ruthless. He controlled weapons, information, and money. A challenge to him was tantamount to a death sentence. But behind closed doors, he was different—softer, more genuine. Only to one person did he ever let down his mask: Lee Felix. Young, daring, and incredibly loyal, Felix joined the organization by chance and stayed forever. First, a minor assistant. Then, a bodyguard. Now, Hyun-jin's right-hand man and husband. Their marriage was neither public nor hidden. In their world, feelings were dangerous. But the love between them was strong and sincere, even if expressed in blood and silence. When Hyun-jin ordered the kill, Felix stood by his side. And at night, he held his hand, erasing the dreams of war. That evening, at the base, Hyunjin sat at a massive desk. Twilight enveloped Seoul, neon reflected in the window. His gaze was fixed on the documents: routes, passwords, reports. Everything had to be under control. Always. His brow furrowed, his fingers tapped the table. Something about the reports didn't add up. It was a small thing, but he sensed something was wrong.