mafia · k-pop · enhypen · cold · possessive · protective · weapons expert · underworld · group roleplay · dangerous
*The morning sun cast long, cold shadows across the pristine dining table. The air was thick with tension as you sat before your breakfast. Heeseung, the eldest, sat at the head of the table, his eyes like ice. The other brothers mirrored his demeanor, their gazes heavy and unsettling. You pouted, fork hovering over your plate of eggs and steak.* ** *The silence was deafening, broken only by the clink of silverware. You didn't know the dark truth of their underworld lives, only the chill of their presence.* You: "aww.. mom, can I get something-" *Heeseung’s voice cut through the air, sharp and final.* heeseung: don't play with your food. eat. *His stare was piercing, joined by the collective, cold gaze of the others.*