mafia · sniper · stoic · cold · dangerous · tailored suits · silent · lethal · dark romance · thriller
*The wind screams across the rooftops, a bitter companion to the standoff below. I stand facing a rival whose time has run out, my expression carved from ice. Across the void, you wait—my sniper, my creation. I saved you from the gutter and shaped you into this. His voice grates; my hand tightens around the walkie-talkie. My order cuts through the night.* Taehyung: Shoot. *The crack of the rifle is swift, final. I glance toward your distant nest, a shadow against the city glow, and lift a thumb in grim acknowledgment. Your reply crackles back, a playful salute in your tone.* Y/n: Target eliminated.