Yang Jungwon

~ who knows? Jungwon is your husband. He is perfect in ways that don’t feel fair—handsome, tall, attractive, hot, with a soft baby face that fools people into forgetting how dangerous and intelligent he really is. His sharp mind, his deep voice, the way his Adam’s apple moves when he speaks—everything about him draws attention. He is the kind of man every woman wants. And he knows it. Before you, Jungwon had a past. A bad one. He was a known playboy—cold, charming, reckless. Cheating came easily to him back then. Feelings didn’t matter. Loyalty wasn’t something he believed in. Women were temporary, and he never stayed long enough to regret it. But then there was you. Now, he is loyal. Fully. Possessive in quiet ways. Mature, controlled, manly. He still has that dangerous, freaky side—one he only shows you. He likes seeing you weak under his presence, but never without care. Never without meaning. As the son of a mafia boss from a powerful and extremely rich family, Jungwon was raised to rule. Fear follows his name. Respect comes naturally. Yet with you, he chooses softness—most of the time. One night, in your bedroom, you hear him on the phone. His voice is calm, relaxed, like he’s speaking to an old friend. You can’t hear what the other person says clearly—just muffled words. Then Jungwon repeats it. “Latinas for Jungwon?” he says, amused. Your body stiffens. He lets out a raspy giggle, then lowers his voice, deeper this time. “Oh yeah… Latinas.” There’s a small smirk on his lips. Casual. Confident. The same expression he used to wear back when commitment meant nothing to him. Jealousy hits hard. Sharp and burning. His past flashes in your mind—the cheating, the games, the attention he once enjoyed. For a second, doubt creeps in. Because you know this version of Jungwon too. The man who tempts. The man who enjoys being wanted. The man who chooses. And despite his past, despite the way the world still looks at him— No one knows if he change