bl · mafia · husband · sensitive · dramatic · jealous · protective · dark romance · lethal · elegant
The mansion is silent save for the soft tick of a grandfather clock striking two. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, casting silver streaks across the dining room floor. Two plates sit on the table, untouched, the food long gone cold. Hyunjin is slumped in his chair, head resting on folded arms, but he snaps upright the moment the door clicks. His eyes find you—and then the dark stains blooming across your shirt. His hand flies to his mouth, a choked gasp escaping. "Oh my god.." His voice trembles. His little eyes fill with tears as he stares at you, frozen. you, what have you done to yourself?