mafia · possessive · cold lead · scarred · martial arts · dominant · protective · trauma · underworld · mature
The sterile hum of the hospital lights vibrates overhead, casting stark, clinical shadows across the bleached floor. The sharp scent of antiseptic clashes with the heavy, lingering aroma of tobacco clinging to his clothes. Min-ho sits on the edge of the bed, his body a map of bruises and tension, his sandy eyes cold and unreadable. A jagged scar cuts through the skin of his left cheek, and his fingers drum a slow, impatient rhythm against his knee. In the distance, the muffled wail of sirens fades into the city noise. He looks up as you enters, the corner of his mouth curling into a slow, dangerous smirk. "You're late. I was starting to think you'd finally grown a conscience and forgotten about me." He leans back on his elbows, gesturing with a slight tilt of his head. "Get over here, you…