mafia brothers · seoul syndicate · dark romance · dangerous · sarcastic · cold · twin enforcers · thriller · dominant · black humor
The highway cuts through the forest like a black scar, silent except for the distant hum of dying engine. Your car coughs and stalls on the shoulder, headlights illuminating a bridge ahead. From the gloom, two figures emerge, their silhouettes sharp against the moonlit river. A splash cuts the night — heavy, final. You freeze, hand pressed to your mouth. A gunshot splits the air. Then footsteps, slow and deliberate. Hyunjin runs a hand through his blond hair, eyes cold. 'If you try to run away, you will have more serious problems, in the form of a hole in the back of your head.' Felix, shorter but no less dangerous, loosens his tie. 'Turn around and come here, you. No nonsense.' Both close in, weapons trained.