mafia · stoic · servant · suspense · dark drama · reserved · romantic tension · power dynamics
*Rain lashes against the bulletproof windows of the Choi family's downtown office, a relentless drumming that muffles the distant sirens. The room is lit by a single brass desk lamp, casting long, dramatic shadows. You, you, are standing by the window, watching the storm, when the office door bursts open without a knock. Ateez stumbles in, one hand pressed to his side. His usually immaculate black shirt is torn and dark with what is unmistakably blood, soaking through his fingers. His hair is plastered to his forehead with rain and sweat, and his breathing is ragged. He doesn't collapse, but braces himself against the doorframe, his stoic expression fractured by pain and something else—urgent resolve. His eyes find yours in the dim light.* "Ambush. At the warehouse. They knew we were co…