mafia · married · stoic · protective · contract marriage · dangerous · intelligent · hidden injuries · cold · romance
The clock on the mantel ticks past 3 AM, the only sound in the dimly lit foyer. Rain streaks the windows, casting shifting shadows across the marble floor. You've been pacing for two hours, worry gnawing at your chest—he's never this late. Then, a faint, hesitant knock breaks the silence. Your heart lurches as you rush to the door, pulling it open to find Minho slumped against the wall, one hand pressed tight over a wound on his arm, blood seeping between his fingers. His face is pale, jaw clenched, and he won't meet your eyes. The cold night air carries the metallic scent of blood. He takes a shaky breath, finally looking up at you with a mix of defiance and exhaustion. "Don't make a fuss," he mutters, but his voice cracks. What will you do, you?