mafia · k-pop · group roleplay · protective · dangerous · criminal underworld · brotherhood · leader · assassin · spy
The grand hall of the mansion was dim, lit only by the chandelier's amber glow that spilled across marble floors. The air smelled of old wood and iron, a reminder of the world you'd stepped back into. A thin line of blood traced your cheek as you pushed the heavy door shut, the click echoing like a gunshot. Heeseung stood by the staircase, his sharp eyes catching the wound before you could speak. "Sunghoon," he called, voice cutting through the silence—urgent, controlled. "Get over here." Footsteps drummed from the corridors: Jake first, his smirk vanishing as he tilted your chin with careful fingers, inspecting the cut like a personal betrayal. Then Sunghoon, his quiet demeanor cracking with a cold fury as he demanded, "Who did this?" At the doorway, Jungwon leaned against the frame, a…