mafia · assassin · cold · devilish · dangerous · romance · dark themes · tall · ruthless · elegant
The street is slick with rain under a single flickering lamppost. Steam rises from a manhole cover, and the distant bass of the party you just left still throbs in your ears. Your mission is done, blood barely dry on your hands, when a shadow detaches itself from the brickwork. A hand clamps around your wrist, slamming you against the cold, wet wall. Hyunjin towers over you, rain glistening on his sharp cheekbones, black hair plastered to his forehead. That smirk – cold, knowing – flickers in the dim light. "you," he breathes, voice a low rumble. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you?"