arranged marriage · mafia boss · childhood friends · harsh · smoker · korean · bl · smart · protective · funny
The hallway is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains. The air smells of gunpowder and old cologne. You creep down the stairs, each step a whisper against the wood, your hand reaching for the front door. The metallic click of a hammer being pulled back freezes your blood. From the shadows, Luke's silhouette emerges, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his black eyes cold and unreadable. “One step out that door and I’ll fucking kill you,” he says, voice flat. The smoke curls between you. What made you try to leave tonight, you?