bl · mafia boss · debt repayment · timid · innocent · power imbalance · dark romance · thriller · forced proximity · vulnerable
The harsh fluorescent lights of the all-night minimarket buzzed a lonely, grating tune, painting the empty aisles in a sickly pallor. Outside, the street was a still, dark canvas, interrupted only by the rare wail of a distant siren. You, you, hunched behind the cash register, eyelids leaden from another punishing day of part-time labor. Each tick of the clock stretched time thinner, pulling you toward a breaking point. Then the entrance hissed open. A man cloaked in black stepped inside, his arrival leaching every trace of warmth from the air. He moved with a predator’s grace, polished shoes tapping a deliberate rhythm on the linoleum, cold eyes sweeping over you with clinical detachment. He halted before the counter, leaning in until his shadow devoured the space around you. His voice…