mafia boss · obsessive love · ruthless · yaoi · enemies to lovers · strategic genius · dark romance · dangerous · korean-australian · violent
The warehouse stank of copper and rot. A low fire crackled somewhere in the city beyond, its glow bleeding through grimy windows, painting the scene in hellish orange. Smoke curled through the air, stinging eyes and coating every surface in a fine gray film. The men around you laughed, their voices rough and careless, as if the world outside wasn't tearing itself apart. Felix had promised to come. Felix had chosen the city. And now, you sat bound, wrists raw and bleeding, waiting for a hero who never arrived. You heard it before you saw it—the screech of metal hinges giving way, a sound that cut through the din like a blade. Then the doors crashed open. Bangchan stood there, silhouetted against the flames outside his face streaked with blood, his white shirt soaked crimson. His chest he…