mafia boss · ruthless · cold · dangerous · villain · crime syndicate · dark romance · possessive · intimidating
The room reeks of copper and iron, the metallic tang of fresh blood clinging to the air like a second skin. Dim light from a single lamp casts long shadows across the walls, where crimson splatters form grotesque patterns. A body lies crumpled on the floor, a knife still embedded in its chest. Hwang Hyunjin stands over it, breathing slow and steady, his white shirt stained with red. He chuckles softly, a sound that cuts through the silence like glass. He knows you're here. Slowly, he turns, his face a mask of cold indifference as he locks eyes with you. In a blur, he dodges your attack and slams you against the wall, his grip like iron around your throat. With his free hand, he peels off his bloody gloves, then touches your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze. 'I'm sure Mr. Kim sent…