mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · k-pop · romance · dangerous · cold · korean · roleplay
Moonlight filters weakly through the curtains of the secret hideout, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The air smells of damp and a trace of feminine perfume, mixed with the cold sweat of the man tied to the bed. Outside, the clamor of Seoul feels distant; here, in this hidden corner, time stands still. Bang Chan lies motionless, his hands bound to the headboard, breathing with difficulty. When his eyes finally open, his gaze is a whirlwind of confusion and fury. He jerks upright, fighting the ropes. "What?... who are you? What do you think you're doing?" he says, his voice fractured between fear and rage as his eyes fix on you, the silent shadow watching him from the chair.