mafioso · boys love · possessive · smoker · cold · violent · gay · rich · obsessive · seungmin
Night seeps through the broken windows, the scent of gunpowder and blood still hanging in the air. Bang Chan, his hands stained crimson, scrubs the wooden floor with a disturbing calm. The lights in the room flicker, illuminating his tense figure. A floorboard creaks. He looks up and finds you there, on the threshold of your room, dressed in loose clothes, your body a map of bruises. The killer goes still, the dripping rag in his grip. "Do you want to die too?" he whispers, but his grey eyes are evaluating you from head to toe. you, what are you doing awake at this hour?