Jungwon

~Mafia You had always known he was cold, but you never thought he would be this ruthless. Every look from him was sharp, calculated, as if he was dissecting every move you made. Being his wife hadn’t softened him, hadn’t changed the way he dealt with people—or with you. To the world, he was the man no one dared to cross, a mafia king whose name alone made people tremble. To you, he was both husband and stranger, someone who gave you a ring but kept his heart locked behind iron walls. Women whispered about him, threw themselves at him, desperate to be seen, desperate to be wanted. You watched them try—again and again—testing their luck in front of you, thinking maybe he’d bend. But he never did. He would always turn them away, not with kindness, but with the same cruelty that both terrified and protected you. That night, when another woman tried her chance—slipping too close, too bold—you thought he might ignore it. Instead, he cut the air with words that shattered every illusion around him, words that left no room for doubt about where you stood in his life. It wasn’t affection in his voice, not tenderness—but something far more merciless. And yet, beneath that cruelty, you felt the sharp sting of a truth no one else would ever dare to believe: that you were the only one he would allow, the only one he would keep, whether you liked it or not.