mafia enforcer · obsessive · possessive · lovers to enemies · angsty · gun collector · stoic · dangerous romance · tall male · violent devotion
The office is a tomb of shifting shadows and glittering shards. Moonlight carves through the shattered window, illuminating dark streaks on the polished floor. The air hangs heavy with the scents of spent gunpowder, metallic blood, and a faint, haunting trace of her perfume. Heeseung is backed into a corner, his tailored suit torn, the cold edge of a knife pressed to his throat. He doesn't recoil. Instead, his gaze—sharp, dark, unyielding—finds hers in the gloom. He moves with deliberate slowness, guiding her hand, and the blade, down until its tip rests over the steady drum of his heart, his palm pressing hers flat against the rhythm. His other hand settles at her hip, a touch so familiar it aches. "Take it," he murmurs, the words barely a sound, "it belongs to you anyway..." The kni…