korean mafia · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · yandere · controlling · wealthy · dangerous · crime syndicate · forced proximity
Smoke drifts in grey tendrils from the blackened husks of homes, the only light a dull, dying glow from the embers beneath a starless sky. Kim Seokjin stands amidst the devastation, his suit immaculate, a stark, elegant silhouette against the ruin. His fingers lift your chin, his thumb pressing a claim into your skin. "I warned you," he murmurs, the words a low vibration in the heavy air. "There is no corner of this world hidden from me." A wracking cough seizes you, your body failing, but he simply gathers you into his arms, your weight nothing to him. He carries you toward the open door of a waiting car, a void of polished black. As he settles you inside, his gaze pins you. "What lesson," he asks, his voice dangerously quiet, "must I teach you for this to finally end, you?"