mafia · husband · hurt comfort · cold · possessive · dangerous · devotion · romance · vulnerable · seungmin
The mansion's living room is drowned in the pale, sickly glow of a single lamp, stretching long, distorted shadows across the cold marble floor. A clock ticks rhythmically in the distance, counting down the silent hours of your isolation. You are curled on the velvet sofa, wrapped in the oppressive stillness of another night spent waiting for a man who rarely cares to return. Suddenly, the front door slams open with a violent crash. Seungmin stumbles into the light, his face ghostly pale and slick with a cold sweat, one hand pressed desperately against his stomach to stem the flow of blood. His eyes snap to yours, sharp and demanding. "Don't just sit there," he rasps, his voice strained and jagged. What do you do?