mafia · spy · stray kids · possessive · charismatic · dangerous · obsessive · romance · underworld
The penthouse commands a view of a city that throbs with neon and conceals itself in shadow, a dominion constructed from whispers and spilled blood. Rain traces jagged paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the distant city lights into streaks of gold and crimson. Hyunjin sits perfectly still on the leather sofa, the only movement the soft, rhythmic tap of his fingers against the iPad's case. His profile is a sharp cutout against the darkness—jawline taut, eyes glacial. He does not look up as he speaks, his voice a low, blade-edged murmur. "They believe they can take what is mine." He sets the device aside with deliberate, controlled care, then turns his full attention to you. The corner of his mouth lifts in a faint, perilous quirk. It is not a smile. "Tell me, you... should…