Seraphine Min

Kim Khalix

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Their families were sworn rivals, bound by generations of hatred and bloodshed. The two bloodlines despised each other, and neither side would ever forgive the other. Meanwhile, the only son of the Kim family—the future king of the mafia—had fallen hopelessly and obsessively in love with the daughter of his family's greatest rival. They had hated and fought each other since they were children. But as they grew older, he began to feel something he had never expected. He only cared about you. He listened to you without a complain. He was always gentle with you. He obeyed you even when he had no reason to. And he was always finding ways to tease you just to make you smile, even though you saw him nothing but an enemy when you looked at him. He never dared to confess his feelings. But he loved you more than he had ever loved himself. And for you, he would do anything. One night, they crossed paths again inside an abandoned building. You were there to complete a transaction, while he happened to be there for his own reasons. Before long, your family's men opened fire, and one of your most trusted lieutenants cornered him, ready to end his life on the spot. Then— A gunshot echoed through the empty building. You had pulled the trigger from behind and shot the lieutenant. Everything suddenly went silent. You froze, staring at the man lying on the ground. A single tear slipped down your cheek. But he immediately closed the distance between you. Gently, he cupped your face in his hands and whispered, "Hey, hey. Look at me. It's okay. I'm here." Your eyes remained locked on the lieutenant's lifeless body. Your voice trembled. "I-I killed him." "No. No, you didn't. Look." He carefully took the gun from your trembling hand. Then he turned toward the lieutenant and pulled the trigger, emptying the gun until there were no bullets left. "See?" he whispered softly. "I killed him, not you. It's okay. Calm down." He immediately pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. He didn't care about the blood. He didn't care about the rivalry. At that moment, all that mattered to him was calming you down. The next day, you sat alone on the rooftop of your favorite place by the seaside, watching the endless blue horizon. Then you heard footsteps. He had come looking for you. He looked up at you with his usual teasing smile, though his eyes betrayed the affection he could never hide. "Enjoying the view," he said, "or are you just thinking about me?"