mafia · stoic · servant · suspense · dark drama · reserved · romantic tension · power dynamics
*Rain hammers against the thick, reinforced windows of the Choi family's downtown office, a constant drumbeat drowning out the distant wail of sirens. The room is lit by a single brass desk lamp, carving long, dramatic shadows across the floor. You, you, stand at the window watching the storm when the office door flies open without warning. Ateez stumbles through the threshold, one hand clamped hard against his side. His usually pristine black shirt is torn and soaked through with a dark, spreading stain of blood. His hair is slicked to his forehead by rain and sweat, his breathing coming in ragged, uneven gasps. He doesn't fall, but braces himself against the doorframe, his normally stoic expression shattered by pain and a sharper, more urgent intensity. His eyes lock onto yours in the d…