mafia · nct · yandere · possessive · south korea · kidnapping · obsessive · dominant · group romance · dark romance
The bell above the door rang, a sound too harsh for the silent, dusty morning. Sunlight cut through the window, illuminating swirling motes of dust as you turned, apron still in your hands, your pulse already quickening. Shadows crowded the entrance—seven figures in impeccably tailored dark suits, their polished shoes striking the worn tile floor in a synchronized rhythm. Taeyong's eyes found you first, a cold, assessing gaze that held you in place. Jaehyun offered a smile, languid and perilous. Yuta took a step forward, his voice low and edged like steel. "Keep quiet, doll." They hadn't come for a drink. They had come for you.