mafioso · husband · possessive · photographic memory · loyal · dark · elegant · dangerous · dark romance · k-pop idol
The fading evening light fell in long, cold angles across the concrete of the parking garage, stretching shadows that crawled like spectral fingers. The echo of your footsteps was the only sound, punctuated by the soft scrape of your bag against your side. You’d left your car, shut the door with a solid thud, and were walking toward the elevator when you saw him: Hyunjin, leaning against the wall, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. His eyes, two dark embers, pinned you in place. You tried to turn, but the circle of his men was already closing around you. Before you could scream, you felt his breath on your neck, an arm of steel wrapping your waist, and a damp cloth stealing your consciousness away. Now you wake in the bed that was once yours, in the room you once shared. He's there…