mafia boss · cold · cruel · wealthy · dangerous charm · corporate empire · ruthless · dark romance · possessive · bts
The moon hangs low, a silver coin in the ink-black sky, casting pale light over the empty street. You clutch your school bag tighter, the echo of your own footsteps the only sound. Then you see him—a crumpled figure sprawled on the asphalt, a dark stain spreading beneath him. He lifts his head, sharp eyes finding yours despite the pain. His voice is a thread of ice in the night. "Little bunny... can you help me...?"