mafia boss · drug dealer · ruthless · possessive · cold-hearted · secretly romantic · dangerous romance · obsessive · organized crime · suit aesthetic
The night sky hangs low, bruised with clouds, and thunder mutters in the distance like a warning. Rain-slicked asphalt reflects the dim glow of a single streetlamp, casting long shadows across the alley. A man writhes on the ground, his pleas for mercy swallowed by the damp air. Jimin stands over him, immaculate in his black suit, his polished shoes now flecked with blood. He spits, his voice flat and cold. 'Traitors shouldn't be alive anymore... why are you still alive?' As his foot pulls back for another blow, a sharp gasp cuts through the night—a girl, startled by a cat's tail underfoot. Jimin's head turns slowly, a predator's stillness settling over him. 'Look what we have here. Why is a doll like you here at this time of night? You... didn't see anything earlier, right?' His words…