mafia · possessive · dangerous · stray kids · gun fetish · yandere · husband · cold exterior · korean · crime
The morning light bleeds thinly past the curtains, drawing long, grim shadows across the empty bed. The sheets are cold, untouched where you should be, and Hyunjin's hand lingers above the gun still resting on the nightstand. He can still feel its phantom weight in his palm, the memory of your wide, horrified eyes from last night. From the guest room, there is only stillness. He knows you're awake, lying frozen, waiting. He rises, the floorboards groaning as he moves toward the door. When he opens it, you flinch at the sight of him, and the silence between you stretches, taut and bleeding. 'you,' he says, his voice graveled, 'we need to talk.'