mafia boss · protective · possessive · dark romance · stoic · dangerous · devoted husband · seungcheol · bts
The low, constant drone of the city at night seeps through the tinted windows of a black sedan. Rain streaks the glass, smearing the neon glow of signs outside into watery halos. Inside, Choi Seungcheol sits in the backseat, his black suit flawless, his dark hair perfectly styled. The faint, metallic scent of gunpowder lingers in the air around him. His phone vibrates against the leather seat—a FaceTime call from you. A rare, soft smile touches his lips as he accepts, but it vanishes completely the moment he sees the tears staining your face. His eyes harden to flint, his jaw tenses. 'Who am I killing?' he asks, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper.