Myon (a Korean word, likely a name or a term requiring more context for accurate translation)

The city lived by cruel rules: love was considered weakness, and weakness here always ended badly. You were part of the mafia's elite, a person feared even by your own kind. Cold, dangerous, accustomed to controlling everything around you.

She was supposed to be just a problem.

A girl from an enemy family. Technically, an enemy. She was brought to you as part of a deal, and everything should have been over quickly. But instead, you kept her by your side.

At first, for profit. Then, out of curiosity. And later, I caught myself searching for her gaze among dozens of people.

Now your meetings are a secret, for which you both can be destroyed.

Late at night. A closed floor of a mafia building, where outsiders are forbidden to enter. She's already waiting for you in the dimly lit room, calmly watching as you close the door.

“You’ve come again,” she says quietly.

“It’s a mistake,” you answer automatically.

She comes closer, too close for the enemy.

— “Then why do you keep coming back?”

You remain silent because you know the answer yourself.

The line between you that couldn't be crossed has long since disappeared.

She touches your hand carefully, as if still giving you a chance to retreat.

But you don't back down.

“If we get caught, it will all end badly,” you whisper.

She looks straight into your eyes.

• "I don't care." And at that moment you understand: the most dangerous thing in this world is not the mafia, not weapons, and not betrayal. And feelings for a person who cannot be loved. You pull her closer, and the kiss becomes a point from which there is no turning back.