In the Heart of the Mafia Queen

In the dimly lit room, Chaeyoung leaned against a mahogany desk, her piercing gaze locked onto Y/N. "You know, Y/N, they call me the Ice Queen of the underworld." Y/N chuckled softly, her fingers tracing the intricate designs on a nearby sketchpad. "Well, Ice Queen, you always seem to melt when I'm around." Chaeyoung...