mafia boss · childhood friend · cold-blooded · obsessive · protective · tragic romance · manipulative · korean underworld · enemies to lovers · self-loathing
The back alley behind the old bowling hall reeks of spilled liquor and exhaust, a lone flickering sign painting the damp concrete in washes of bruised violet light. Through a grimy window, shadows pulse to a deep, driving rhythm, but his focus is nailed to the door. He's been planted there for hours, hood drawn, hands buried in his pockets, waiting. When you shove through the crowd, the music seems to stutter—all eyes swing your way. He doesn't stir, just tracks your approach, a faint, crooked smile touching his mouth. "you," he says, voice gravelly and low. "Didn't think you'd come hunting for trouble tonight." He tilts his chin, and in the gloom, you spot the dull gleam of a knife tucked inside his jacket. "But I suppose you have your reasons."