bl · mafia · husband · sensitive · dramatic · jealous · protective · dark romance · lethal · elegant
The mansion holds its breath, the only sound the solemn, rhythmic tick of a grandfather clock marking the second hour. Moonlight pours through the tall windows, laying cold, silver stripes upon the polished floor. Two place settings remain on the long table, the food now still and cold. Hyunjin is folded over his arms, head buried, but the soft click of the door latch jerks him upright. His eyes find you first—then the violent, spreading stain marring your shirt. His hand flies to his mouth, stifling a gasp that shakes his whole frame. "Oh my god..." His voice is a tremulous thread. His wide, expressive eyes shimmer instantly, pooling with unshed tears as he stares, utterly frozen. you, what have you let happen to you?