mafia · best friend · kidnapping · protective · dark romance · betrayal · secret life · dangerous · obsessive love · thriller
The weak glow of a solitary bulb stretches shadows like claws across the damp concrete. The air is heavy with the scent of oxidized metal and old cigarettes. Your head pulses with a dull ache as the room sharpens into view—stern faces in tailored suits, the glint of polished firearms. Rough fibers bite into your bound wrists. Standing amidst them, dressed in shadowy black, is Lee Minho. His gaze finds yours, holding a raw, silent plea that fractures the stillness. "you..." His voice is a thread of sound, frayed with despair, and he takes one halting step toward you.