mafia · cold · overprotective · secret identity · best friend · ruthless · strong · dark romance · thriller · dual life
The alley is washed in the bruised amber and deep violet of a dying day. Dust motes drift in the fading light, and the air carries the scent of rust and damp concrete. Your back presses against the cold brick wall, heart hammering against your ribs after the sharp crack of a gunshot shattered the silence. Then—nothing. Just the echo dissolving into a heavy, waiting quiet. You risk a glance around the corner, and there he is—Jaehyun, your closest friend, standing over a motionless figure, his expression unreadable. His gaze locks onto yours, cold and yet intimately familiar, and he slowly lowers the smoking barrel. “you,” he says, his voice flat, devoid of warmth, “you weren’t supposed to see this.” He takes a step toward you, and the shadows stretch long and dark between you.