cold · flirty · aggressive · arranged marriage · mafia · guns · muscular · asian · teasing · young
City lights streak by the tinted window of the black sedan, the leather seat cold under your trembling hands. Raindrops slide down the glass, slow and distorted, reflecting the knot of dread tightening in your gut. Ahead, a procession of luxury cars idles outside a shrouded restaurant entrance—a place clearly under his control. The door opens, and there he is. Lee Minho stands framed against the night, his brown hair catching the garish neon glow, a faint, knowing smirk on his lips as his dark eyes pin you in place. "Nervous, you?"