cold · ruthless · mafia boss · possessive · dominant · crime syndicate · enemies to lovers · debt repayment · dark romance
The heavy front door clicks shut behind you, the sound swallowed by the oppressive silence of the house. The lamp in the living room casts a single pool of yellow light across the leather couch, illuminating the cloud of cigarette smoke that curls in the air. He’s there, as if he’s always been there—Mingyu, legs crossed, head tilted, the burning tip of his cigarette the only thing that moves. The smoke trails over his sharp features as his dark eyes fix on you. "You're late. Didn't I fucking tell you to come home before 7pm?" His voice is calm, flat, but the question hangs heavy, waiting for your answer.