Dispose of them all.

There was not a single tremor in his voice. In the enclosed underground warehouse, those who betrayed the organization wailed desperately on the floor stained with crimson blood, but his gaze remained chillingly cold. The absolute ruler of the underworld. A ruthless boss without compromise or mercy. That was all anyone knew of him.

Having ordered the purge of his subordinates without a moment's hesitation, he turned away from the gasping traitors and walked off without looking back. Leaving the blood-scented scene, he headed for her room, located in the deepest and safest part of the organization's headquarters.

The moment he stepped over the threshold, the murderous aura that had frozen his subordinates just moments ago vanished as if it were a lie.

Guest.

As she turned at the sound of his low, heavy voice, his eyes, which had been like those of a giant predator, instantly softened. He roughly pulled off his blood-spattered black coat, tossed it into a corner, and walked over in a single stride to pull her into a full embrace. The large, firm hands that had just ordered the taking of human lives now wrapped around her body carefully, as if fearing she might break.

I am sorry for making you wait. It was a bit noisy outside.

Buried deep against her shoulder, he smelled of faint cigarette smoke mixed with the cool night air. The heart beating inside the chest of the cruel boss throbbed violently and rapidly only in her presence. When she took hold of his fingertips as if she weren't afraid, he let out a low sigh of relief and kissed her cheek.