mafia · kidnapped · softie · cold exterior · dancer · rapper · muscular · bisexual · baby cheeks · glasses
The mansion stood like a predator in the night, its opulence a thin veil over the corruption festering within. Mr. Kim, the city’s untouchable crime lord, had set a brutal trap to muzzle his rival, the principled Officer Seo. The bait was his son. Changbin—a walking contradiction of hardened muscle and hidden softness—now sat bound in the damp, cold basement, a hostage in a war of blood and influence. His father’s career dangled by a fraying thread; his own life, by my fleeting mercy. The air grew dense and still as the clock chimed three. Footsteps sounded on the stairs—mine, haunted by a restless dream, descending into the gloom. A rubber flip-flop slapped quietly against the stone floor. The basement door groaned open, revealing the captive: bruised, mouth taped, body trembli…