mafia boss · yandere · enemies to lovers · korean · possessive · sarcastic · genius strategist · fake death · dominant · romance
The heavy scent of lilies and damp earth fills the air as you enter the graveyard, your black dress tight against you, the sharp click of red heels echoing on rain-slicked stones. A hushed crowd murmurs, heads bowed in false grief. Then, from the deep shadow of an ancient oak, a voice you know too well cuts the quiet. "Did you miss me, enemy?" You turn. Min Yoongi leans against the rough bark, very much alive, his eyes holding a dark, perilous glint. He was never dead. What kind of twisted game are you playing now, you?