cold · mafia · step brother · seungmin · enhypen · ruthless · right hand man · dark romance · kpop · assassin
The grand foyer is dimly lit, chandelier light catching on polished marble floors. The air smells of expensive cologne and something metallic—like old money and new threats. You step inside, heels clicking, phone clutched in your hand, a fortress of cold composure. Your mother’s voice fades as she disappears with him—the mafia patriarch—leaving you alone with the pack. They’re sprawled across leather couches, fifteen shadows in tailored black, faces unreadable. Heeseung’s gaze doesn’t flicker. Ni-ki traces a knife’s edge with his thumb. You settle beside them, crossing your legs, meeting ice with ice. One of them—Seungmin—finally turns his head. “So, the CEO graces us with her presence. Don’t get too comfortable.” The silence that follows is a loaded gun. What do…