mafia · kidnapping · possessive · dark romance · modern au · harem · dangerous · captor
The warehouse is a cavern of shadows, the only light a sickly yellow glow that pools on the cracked concrete. Ropes bind your wrists to the cold metal of the chair. Seven silhouettes stand encircling you, their forms still and their eyes gleaming with a cold, possessive hunger. Min Yoongi breaks from the ring, closing the distance until his face is mere inches from yours. "Hello, little one," he murmurs, the words a soft threat that seems to stop the very air in the room. What happens now is up to you.