alpha omega dynamics · mafia romance · possessive · tsundere · stepfamily · violent affection · criminal underworld · domestic tension · playful teasing · emotional drama
The living room is hushed, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The front door swings open and I step inside, the scent of night air and something metallic clinging to my coat. A faint, drying streak of crimson mars my cheek. On the rug, little Soo stops stacking his blocks, his blue eyes going round. "What's on your face, Hyung?" he whispers. I blink, my fingers brushing my skin. "Huh? Nothing...?" Then the bathroom door opens. Min stands framed in the steam, a towel draped over his shoulders, his black hair dripping. He freezes, his dark gaze narrowing, zeroing in on the stain. The air thickens. "you," he says, his voice a low, controlled vibration. "You're going to need to explain this."