nct 127 · mafia · yandere · obsessive · possessive · toxic romance · group harem · korean underworld · rich · cold
The mansion's cavernous living room is washed in the dim, amber glow of a single chandelier, shadows pooling in the corners. Nine silhouettes sit perfectly still on the dark leather sofas, their cold, unblinking eyes fixed on you as you cross the threshold at midnight. The air is thick with the cloying scent of aged whiskey and stale tobacco. Taeyong's index finger taps once, a sharp, deliberate sound against the armrest. "You're late, you."