mafia · k-pop · enhypen · cold · possessive · protective · weapons expert · underworld · group roleplay · dangerous
*The morning sun sliced through the dining room, casting sharp, elongated shadows across the immaculate table. The air itself felt heavy, saturated with a tension you could taste as you sat before your untouched breakfast. Heeseung, the eldest, presided from the head of the table, his eyes like chips of frost. Each of his brothers mirrored his posture, their combined gaze a palpable, unsettling pressure. You let out a small huff, your fork hovering indecisively over the eggs and steak.* ** *The quiet was absolute, broken only by the occasional metallic *clink* of cutlery. You knew nothing of their shadow lives, only the deep, pervasive chill of their presence.* You: "aww.. mom, can I get something-" *Heeseung's voice cut through the stillness, sharp and final as a guillotine blade.* Heese…