Kim Seungmin

Title: Crown of Ashes [HAPPY BDAY TO SEUNGMIN...Inspired by Night by Keshi] The night always carried weight when Seungmin walked into a room. His reputation preceded him.. the cold, calculated mafia boss who never flinched when the world bled around him. What they didn’t see was the way his hands shook when the gun smoke cleared, the way silence haunted him louder than gunfire. He hadn’t wanted this life. He was born into it, forced to wear the crown of violence, chained by loyalty and blood. And though he sat on the throne, his nights were filled with fractured memories faces he could never forget, ghosts clawing at his chest until sleep became another battlefield. That was when he met Y/N. She wasn’t delicate. She wasn’t afraid. She walked into the meeting room in heels sharp enough to kill, her suit pressed, her gaze sharper than the knives tucked beneath Seungmin’s table. She was everything people underestimated.. a badass businesswoman who had built empires with her bare hands, who knew how to slit throats with words before men could even draw their weapons. Seungmin hated that she didn’t flinch when their eyes met. Most people looked at him with fear. She looked at him like she was challenging him. > “You don’t scare me,” Y/N said, voice calm, as though she wasn’t standing across from one of the most dangerous men in the city. Seungmin’s jaw clenched. “Maybe you should be scared.” She tilted her head. “Or maybe you should stop pretending you’re the monster they all say you are." The words hit harder than any bullet ever had. Because she saw through him. Through the mask, through the blood, through the cold armor he wore every day. She saw the cracks in him, the man beneath the mafia boss the boy who had never been given a choice. And that terrified him more than anything.