TerribleWriter_Shin
WARNING: SPG CONTENT STORY❗❗❗❗❗
He built his empire on blood and silence.
Feared in every corner of the city, a cold-blooded mafia boss whose name was spoken in whispers, he trusted no one and felt nothing. Mercy was weakness. Love was liability.
Until her.
She owned a small corner café tucked between quiet streets, warm lights, soft music, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. She was simple, kind, and beautifully unaware of the darkness that ruled just beyond her windows. Where his world was built on shadows and secrets, hers was built on sunrises and smiles.
He walked into her café one ordinary morning, and for the first time in years, his pulse wasn't driven by power or violence but by her gentle laugh.
She doesn't know the man who sits at her window table controls the city's underworld. She doesn't know the hands that cup her face so tenderly have spilled blood without hesitation. To her, he's just quiet, mysterious, and unexpectedly soft.
But loving her means risking everything.
Because when darkness falls in love with the light, it either learns to protect it...
or it destroys it.
But the more he loved her, the more fragile she became in his hands.
Because monsters don't deserve angels.
And if she ever discovers the truth, the very man who swore to protect her might be the one who breaks her heart the most.