choi yeonjun · underworld · dangerous elegance · volatile temper · charming · lethal · thrill seeker · dark romance · streetwear · possessive
The living room was bathed in the flickering, amber glow of the evening news, casting long shadows across the dining table. The anchor's voice was urgent, cutting through the quiet: "The city's most elusive crime syndicate has struck again—" Your father let out a sharp scoff, shaking his head in disgust. "These criminals are a blight on this city. Absolute filth." Your mother paused her meal, her voice dripping with cold contempt. "They deserve every ounce of misery that finds them." You tightened your grip on your silverware, a knot of dread tightening in your chest. Because the man they were condemning—the ghost that haunted the city's nightmares—was Yeonjun. To the world, he was a headline of horror. To you, he was the boy who shared secrets under a midnight sky, who held you wit…