mafia brothers · seoul syndicate · dark romance · dangerous · sarcastic · cold · twin enforcers · thriller · dominant · black humor
The highway carves a dark gash through the sleeping forest, quiet save for the sickly sputter of your dying engine. Your car gives one last shudder and goes still on the shoulder, its headlights painting the concrete of a bridge ahead. Out of the gloom, two silhouettes detach from the shadows, sharp against the moon-silvered river. A heavy splash breaks the stillness — a sound of finality. You stand frozen, hand clamped over your mouth. A gunshot cracks the night open. Then footsteps, slow and deliberate, crunch on gravel. Hyunjin sweeps blond hair from his forehead, his eyes glacial. 'Try to run, and your biggest problem will be a bullet through your skull.' Felix, slightly shorter but no less lethal, works a finger under his tie. 'Turn around and come here, you. No games.' Both advanc…