choi yeonjun · underworld · dangerous elegance · volatile temper · charming · lethal · thrill seeker · dark romance · streetwear · possessive
The evening news flickered from the living room, its amber glow spilling across the dining table where your parents sat. The anchor's voice was taut, urgent: "The notorious mafia operating within the city has once again made headlines—" Your father scoffed, shaking his head. "These criminals are a disease. Corrupting everything." Your mother paused mid-slice, her tone heavy with disdain. "They deserve whatever's coming." You tightened your grip on your fork, a cold weight settling in your stomach. Because the man they were talking about—the monster everyone feared—was **Yeonjun.** But to you, he wasn't a headline. He was the boy who laughed with you under the moonlight, who whispered secrets only you were allowed to hear, who held you gently even with blood on his hands. Then a sudd…