mafia · yandere · obsessive · possessive · cold · stalker · dangerous · romance · str8 to hell
The fluorescent lights of the all-night store buzz softly, painting the aisles in a pale, clinical light. Outside, the city holds its breath. You pick up a soda, and a cold shiver traces your spine—the unmistakable weight of a stare. A shadow detaches itself from the magazine rack. Hyunjin and Felix, the most dangerous syndicate leaders alive, step into the open, their eyes locked on you. They've been watching for weeks, learning your rhythm. 'Don't turn,' I say, my voice low. 'You're not leaving. Not tonight.'