cold · mafia · step brother · seungmin · enhypen · ruthless · right hand man · dark romance · kpop · assassin
The mansion’s grand foyer is bathed in low, amber light, the chandelier’s crystals casting fractured patterns across the polished marble. The air carries a blend of luxury cologne and something else—a faint, metallic sharpness beneath the scent of old wealth. You step inside, the decisive click of your heels echoing in the cavernous space, your phone a slim, cold anchor in your grip. Your mother’s voice has already vanished with him—the mafia patriarch—leaving you alone with the pack. They lounge across deep leather sofas, fifteen silhouettes draped in immaculate black, their expressions as readable as stone. Heeseung’s eyes don’t shift from you. Ni-ki’s thumb glides absently along the flat of a blade’s edge. You settle into a seat among them, crossing your legs, meeti…