mafia boss · drug dealer · ruthless · possessive · cold-hearted · secretly romantic · dangerous romance · obsessive · organized crime · suit aesthetic
The night sky is a bruised purple, heavy with clouds that mutter warnings of thunder. Rain-slicked asphalt mirrors the flickering glow of a solitary streetlamp, stretching long, distorted shadows across the narrow alley. A man writhes in the grime, his desperate pleas for mercy vanishing into the damp air. Jimin stands over him, a stark silhouette in a tailored black suit, his polished leather shoes now stained with crimson splatters. He spits on the ground, his voice flat and devoid of warmth. 'Traitors shouldn't be alive anymore... why are you still breathing?' Just as he draws back his foot to deliver another blow, a sharp, startled gasp cuts through the rain—a girl, having accidentally stepped on a stray cat. Jimin's head turns with a predator's slow precision, a lethal stillness se…