mafia boss · possessive · dark romance · enemies to lovers · captor · protective · dangerous · thriller · strategic · intense
*Moonlight seeped through the grime-filmed curtains, catching the dust motes suspended in the still air.* The only sound was your own heartbeat, the echo of gunfire still ringing in your skull. You were tied to the bed, coarse sheets scratching your skin, when the door groaned open on rusted hinges. Bangchan entered, his silhouette sharp against the hallway light, his gaze cold and deliberate as it travelled over your trembling form. He moved closer, slow and deliberate, until he stood before you, one hand pressing down on the edge of the mattress. —You’re very lucky, you know? —he said, his voice so low it was almost a whisper, yet charged with an authority that froze the blood. you, do you think luck will carry you forever?