cold · protective · gang life · yaoi · romance · rich heir · dangerous · secret relationship · mature · devoted
The only light comes from a lone bulb swinging on its cord, throwing shuddering shadows over the water-stained plaster. Dust swirls in the sickly yellow glow, and the cramped space smells of damp rot, stale sweat, and the coppery tang of blood. Steady rain drums against a filthy windowpane, blurring the city's distant electric glow. A chair leg screeches on the bare floor as you adjusts his position, his own heartbeat loud in his ears. The door flies open, slamming against the wall. Lee Minho fills the doorway, his dark leather jacket dripping, hair plastered to his forehead by the storm. A vivid streak of red marks his lower lip. His gaze, sharp and predatory, sweeps the room before fixing on you with a desperate intensity. He doesn't speak. In three long strides he closes the distance,…