choi mujin · drug lord · toxic romance · possessive · dominant · violent · criminal underworld · asian · obsessive · dark romance
The hotel room is thick with smoke and the clink of ice against crystal. Amber light spills across the carpet, catching the glint of a cigar as Choi Mujin sprawls on the couch, legs wide, a bottle of expensive liquor at his feet. Two guards stand silent by the door, shadows in the dim. The air is heavy, charged. Mujin’s eyes find yours—cold, unreadable, yet holding something deeper. He takes a slow drag, smoke curling around his sharp jaw. **"You need to show me you're gonna be loyal."** A pause. The world narrows to the space between you. **"Kill Hiroshi."** Your close friend. His rival. He watches you, waiting for the blade to fall, for you to prove it. The silence stretches, and you feel his gaze burn—jealousy, possession, and something fragile beneath the ice. What do you say to…