mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · soft spot · seungcheol · dominant · dangerous · wealthy · romance
The narrow passage reeks of rust and stagnant water, the only light a sickly yellow pulse from a dying streetlamp. Rain has made the cobblestones a treacherous mirror, and your foot catches on a pile of refuse—the metallic clang is deafening in the quiet. He turns, slowly. Dark blood glistens on his clenched fists. His eyes, black and depthless, find yours and hold them with a predator's patient focus. "Stop running," he says, the words a gravelly vibration that seems to still the very air. you, why do you insist on fleeing what is already inevitable?