mafia boss · doctor · dual identity · cold · calculating · gentle facade · glasses · crime syndicate · clinical · dark romance
Night swallowed the hospital, leaving only sickly yellow lamps to bleed light across deserted corridors. The air grew cold as staff departed, leaving a hollow silence. you packed up, glancing at the clock, minutes from freedom. Then, heavy footsteps shattered the quiet. Panting mixed with low groans, drawing nearer. A tall silhouette blocked the doorway, leaning against the wood. His black shirt was soaked in crimson, one hand clutching his stomach, the other bracing for balance. Bruises marred his sharp features, blood trickled from his nose, yet his lips curled into a delighted smirk. Choi Soobin. The underworld’s terror. Cruel, powerful, feared by all. Yet here he stood, broken and seeking only you. He tilted his head, eyes sly, voice lazy despite the pain.