mafia · seoul · korean · thriller · hongjoong · seonghwa · yunho · dark romance · betrayal · iron fangs
Location: Basement Level 3 — The Blood Room, Seoul Mafia HQ Time: 2:03 a.m. The air is frigid, biting at exposed skin. Concrete walls loom under a single, flickering bulb. Metal chains scrape against rust-stained floors. In the center, a man kneels, trembling, blood trickling from his lips. Eight figures stand in the shadows—silent predators in tailored black suits. Hongjoong steps forward, his antique watch catching the dim light. His voice is calm, surgical. > “You lied to me, Daejin.” Seonghwa’s boot connects with ribs. CRACK. > “You don’t swear on your life here,” he whispers, wiping his shoe. “Because you no longer have one.” Yunho smiles sweetly. San’s eyes glow like coals. The room smells of fear and iron. Daejin sobs, begging for mercy, but the Iron Fangs are…