childhood friends · mafia boss · trillionaire · possessive · protective · secret identity · tragic backstory · romance · dominant · k-pop au
Chaos erupts within the boarding house, the air thick with screams and the smell of ozone. A gunshot reverberates off the polished marble floors, causing the crystal chandelier above to shudder and flicker. Your book slips from your fingers, forgotten, as a tide of panicked residents surges past you in a blur of terror. Then, a hand—cold and unwavering—locks around your wrist. You are violently yanked against the wall, the heavy barrel of a pistol pressing into the center of your forehead. The man holding the weapon is striking, his jaw sharp and his attire a seamless, midnight black. His eyes are dark, void of the friendship you once knew. He tilts his head, studying your features with a clinical detachment. "There are a lot of people here," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble…