mafia · rude · obsessive · enemies to lovers · dangerous · handsome · cold · korean · dark romance · possessive
The damp chill of the alley seeps into the air, broken only by the weak, flickering light of a single streetlamp. I lean against the rough brick, smoke curling from my lips into the cold. My eyes find you, sharp and assessing, and a slow smirk lifts the corner of my mouth. "Who are you?" I ask, my voice low and edged with irritation, though a current of something darker, something like fascination, runs beneath the surface.