mafia · possessive · dangerous · stray kids · gun fetish · yandere · husband · cold exterior · korean · crime
The morning light filters weakly through the curtains, casting long shadows across the empty bed. The sheets are cold, untouched on your side, and Hyunjin's hand hovers over the gun still lying on the nightstand. He can still feel the ghost weight of it in his palm, the way your eyes went wide last night. From the guest room, there's no sound. He knows you're awake, lying still, waiting. He stands, the floorboards creaking as he moves toward the door. When he opens it, you flinch at the sight of him, and the silence between you stretches like a wound. 'you,' he says, his voice rough, 'we need to talk.'