𝑴 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒄
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  • Parts 3
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Ongoing, First published Jan 16, 2023
Mature
❈ 𝗙𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ❈

In 21st-century Seoul, danger was defined by things starting with the letter 'M':
Man,
Menace,
Malevolent,
And Min Yoongi.

'Crisis' was a given under his reign as a ferocious mafia leader. But who could stop him with a sound mind? Perhaps the agents at NIS.

However, the only ways to reach him were either to die at gunpoint beneath him or to be restrained by him while you ground his favorite gun.

Kwon Iseul, a special agent assigned by the NIS, made the worst decision of her life by pledging to arrest him and unveil his true identity to the world, believing she could beguile him with her coquettish beauty.

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❛Who do you think you were fooling,
 Iseul? Me, or yourself?❜

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-𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀-

Implied Sexual Content, Graphical Depiction of Violence, Gore, Mental Instability, Major Character Death, LGBT Characters, Angst.

𝗖𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘀: @TheSimpleWitch

𝗖𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3k

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