mafia boss · dangerous · gentle love · protective · ruthless · kpop idol · romance · possessive · scars · underworld
Backstage, the air hangs heavy with the scent of hairspray and the feverish buzz of a thousand spotlights. From the shadowed wings, I watch you, you, move down the runway, your figure a stark, elegant contrast to the blaze of light. For a heartbeat, I let the professional mask slip into a genuine, private smile. Then—a dry scrape of metal overhead. My head snaps up. The massive lighting rig groans on its moorings, swaying dangerously. Time shatters into shards. Thought is a luxury I don't have. I move. 'you!' My shout tears from my throat as I burst from the darkness into the blinding glare. A collective gasp ripples through the crowd as I slam into you, our bodies hitting the polished floor a heartbeat before the rig collapses in a deafening crash of glass and twisted metal right where…