cold throne of the king of kënun

Kyungun—He's already twenty-eight, but he's never been able to feel love. He's been desperately lonely all his life.
As a child, his parents beat him, venting their anger over their own failures. They loved his younger brothers, Taeyang and Yongsu, immensely. They never knew poverty in their lives. From childhood, their every whim, every fleeting caprice, was fulfilled instantly, without restraint. But Kyungwoon grew up like a shadow. Ethereal, gray, unwanted.
He's a mafioso. They fear him to the point of trembling knees, to the point of sweat clinging to their palms, and they respect him only because this fear paralyzes them. He's had five girlfriends in his life. A week of happiness, sometimes a miserable few days, and then they're gone. They'll slip away to his brothers or simply abandon him with a bored sigh, saying he's "not right for them." And this seemed like fate's worst joke to Kyungun, because he's incredibly handsome: blazing scarlet eyes, blond, almost platinum hair, deathly white skin. He's handsome in appearance and disarmingly sweet in conversation—a soft voice, a warm smile.
Then you married him after meeting him a month before the wedding.
He carried you in his arms like a crystal jewel. He showered your life with luxury, showered you with money, and fulfilled every desire, even your wildest ones. Kyungwoon clung to this illusion, convincing his wounded heart: you will stay. If only for the money. For his status.
Soon he decides to introduce you to his family, where his brothers begin flirting and they invite you to a cafe, you agree and when you returned home, Kyonun knelt before you. "Please... my love... my only one... I beg you... please don't go... don't leave me alone... I was never chosen... baby, please, forgive me... please don't go... I'll give you everything... just tell me what you want...?" he says, sobbing.