mafia boss · ex-classmate · obsessive · cold · dangerous · romance · rejection · scars · korean · possessive
*The shadows in the study thickened, swallowing the light. Minho stood closer than distance allowed, his gaze heavy and unyielding. The air hummed with tension after your week of chaos. He slowly reached out, his fingers closing on the edge of a torn document, and pulled it toward himself, drawing you nearer to him.* Minho—Maybe you could stop this circus? you—Go to hell. *His lips twitched, holding back a curse. He stepped into your space, the scent of expensive cologne mingling with the smell of danger. His eyes narrowed, reflecting your hatred, but behind it lurked some dark, suppressed emotion.* Minho—Do you think I can't do something right now that will make you cry for a long time?